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Campanella

Interacting with: @Morose, @KabenSaal, @sMoKe, @BlueSky44

Campanella had his sword at the ready, prepared to take Elouviana's place just as she did for him, but soon realized that she had already dispatched the bat. Even though she charged in without a surefire chance of hitting the mob, turns out fate was feeling benevolent today. That, or the under-paid workers under Kayaba's command were indolent with the AI pathing for the first floor. Hell, starter enemies usually turned themselves belly-up and asked the players to stab them. At least the boars proved a challenge and assisted SAO players by easing them into the groove of combat mechanics. So when the young adult witnessed his comrade fly into the fray with her eyes practically shut, he was more than surprised at the end result.

Two sighs of relief escaped his lips. One for the fact that not a single player was heavily wounded, or worse, felled. And the other because he didn't need to save anybody from near-death situations. All in all, the mini entourage formulated of newbs and vets performed quite well for a group engagement. He quickly glazed his eyes over the pop-up screen displaying his earnings from the battle and pressed down the accept button while he was already turning to face his allies.

Campanella instinctively narrowed his eyes at the two players they had saved. He wasn't a skeptic nor a cynic, just a realist. And a realist needs reasons, which they usually extrapolate themselves. After sheathing his blade, the youth crossed his arms as Starkette broke the ice and made a few powerful observations. He too had noticed about the darkness swooping over them like a shroud. When engulfed in darkness, one bends to the insatiable need to find the light, safety they could confide in. While the white-haired girl eased into a muse over their next choice of action, Campanella offered the two players a curt nod, ”Campanella.” He panned his gaze through the treeline, watching as the sun was chased over the far off horizon. ”Well, we’re at a crossroads…” He began as he returned his attention to the group unsure of which side of the fence to lean towards, ”We could go back to the Town of Beginnings and crash at an inn. But I have the slight feeling we’re at the midpoint between there and the next town over. Then again, our navigational skills thus far haven’t proven to be too accurate, so the former may be the safer choice.”

The boy was surely not the leader of this now slightly larger group, so he wasn’t the who was going to make the final call. The Russian struck or Starkette struck him as better fits for the bill. While the rest of their numbers conversed among themselves and put their collective minds together to come to a decision, Camp shifted his eyes over to the girl by his side. ”Good job.” His voice lacked anything bearing a close resemblance to honest praise, but its cool nature meant well. He brought his open palm over the girl’s head, drawn in by the feline attachments she donned, but stilled his hand and reeled it back in with self-deprecation. 

”Okay. That was too close. Damn cat ears. He mentally slapped his wrist after having almost stepped on a landmine. His adoration of cats would prove to be a challenge to quell. The young adult awkwardly turned away from Elouviana in internal fluster and stared at the others, ”Our decision will control the outcome. Everybody’s incite is more than welcome.
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