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Sword Art Online Resurgence - Accepting

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Sword Art Online Resurgence - Accepting

Campanella

Interacting with: @Morose, @sMoKe, @BlueSky44

His sleep was surprisingly peaceful even in face of all of the life shattering revelations that loomed over his and roughly nine-thousand plus players' heads. Even though it was the next day, the pungent taste of the healing potion that could be likened to iodine still lingered on his tongue. It would most likely remain there for a few more hours and serve as a incessant reminder of last night's events. The hymn of blades. The ambiance of nocturnal wildlife. That shrill cry that was still singed into his memory. His taste buds gladly carried the duty of assuring that he didn't forget.

Campanella didn't make any visual sign of his internal muse. Instead the standoffish individual stared into the contents of the mug before him, a well of ale that the young adult had barely made a dent in. Being his first time getting a lick of alcohol, the experience was all too surreal. After taking in a few sips of the beverage the player came to a definite conclusion:

He couldn't drink it for shit.

"How do people drink this? And for fun to boot?!" It was then that his eyes fell upon Stone as he powered his way through drink "Number Whatever" without faltering in the slightest. And from Camp's book knowledge combined with what's he heard through the grapevine, the stuff the Russian was downing was far more intense than the beverage he couldn't even be considered nursing. "...Did he get an alcohol resistance necklace as a drop?" Needless to say the youth was chagrined. Then again Stone had Russian bias. Something that has plagued a myriad of tank-based MMO's. Campanella was undoubtedly out of his tier.

The atmosphere of the inn, or rather the town in its entirety, was tranquil. The fact that no other players were running over cobblestone with flailing arms and tears streaming down their face may have contributed to this. Merchants marketed their merchandise, kids skipped around without a care in the world, hell even the birds were indulging in relaxation. But as one would imagine, the sudden appearance of ten thousand "heroes" was a hot topic. And a handful of them were sitting aimlessly right in a certain inn.

Stone had just taken his seat with another sacrificial beverage for his digital stomach in hand when Campanella light tap on his shoulder. Had he not climbed out of deep thought a minute prior, he may have not even noticed the faint gesture. It was Janelle who vied with his internal thoughts for his attention. He swiveled his vision to face the player and patiently waited as the girl attempted to bridge the verbal gap between them. The redhead’s mouth opened, conveying the struggle of manifesting words. Even somebody as laconic as Campanella could tell that she was putting a ton of effort into the endeavor. She managed a brief ”Inn…” before she was unable to render anything else. Her eyes rested on the recipient of her message until the mousy girl scurried off, on a beeline for her room.

Being a man of few words, Campanella was used to extrapolating. Besides, he liked people who weren’t overly talkative. Perhaps they would get along just fine, well, they would have to as the swordsman soon found out. Starkette literally brought a notion to the table, the reality that was them being a guild. Frankly Campanella was planning on going solo, even after the GM announcement. But perhaps this route would prove to be fruitful. Maybe it would be the first step in combatting the mentality he has beared these past years. Stone seconded the statement, and chances are the Jace that was now scaling the stairwell probably would raise his glass in accord as well. So that left Campanella.

”Here are a list of traders and traveling merchants I met before the GM announcement.” With a few swipes the names and complimentary list of wares appeared in the notes of his comrades. Trading houses and organizations obviously existed in this world, and connections were priceless. Camp glazed over the players with his gaze and then took the mug into his grip, ”As for the name, I personally like the ring of Halcyon.” The player got up from his seat and nodded his head towards the innkeeper’s desk, ”Going to grab something I can actually drink.” And so the youth split off from the table and rested his forearms on the desk. Since it was pretty obvious they were in an inn, the only other thing Janelle could have referred to was the keeper. He wasn’t angered by his inability to intake the beverage, but his ordinary complexion even gave the innkeeper a jump. ”Something a little milder please? I overestimated my tolerance.”

Sword Art Online Resurgence - Accepting

Wasn't able to post today, was hanging out with a friend who's shipping out to college tomorrow. Lots of feels and nostalgia and hugging.

Time to make Camp's youthful side come under the spotlight.

Sword Art Online Resurgence - Accepting

Woot, will be posting tomorrow! Been out a lot today, so I'm just relaxing and grinding on WoT.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

nvm I molded my tears into a post ok time to pass out.

justgonnaleavethishere
EDIT:
Not sure if Karu was supposed to be interacted with...?

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Styx soothed the kink that lurked in his neck with circular, almost methodical motions with his hand. Though his hand looked alive, blood no longer coursed through it along with the rest of his body. Ankou were post-mortem living enigmas. They were gifted with the ability to perform innate human actions, such as eating, sleeping, and shitting, but nutritional or neurological substances were unable to even graze the conscience of the regional reapers. This was, you probably (hopefully) guessed it, the lack of blood flow within their bodies. Once in a blue moon a little pool of stale fluid gathered under the facade of vivacious skin and needed to be remedied. Luckily it only required a little pressure to suffice. The pastime was perfect absent-minded idleness, in other words, exactly what he was partaking at this very moment as the Boss delegated tasks for her underli- co-workers.

Well, at least Styx got an internal chuckle at the sight of a pale pigmented Yuina. A random passerby could run the risk of mistaking her for a ghost should she remain in the same state of distress. His eyes danced from the entertaining spectacle over to the now empty bottle, a reservoir sucked completely dry. Perhaps he should have used the timer on his phone? Nah, he had to retain some bearing on reality, he didn’t need Shina shattering the enjoyment of getting smashed from booze. Then again, it’s not like Styx has ever lived through such an experience.

”Onrie! Onrya! Onryayayayayayayayay~!” Alcor began to babble incessantly in her failed attempt at pronouncing the name of their objective. After he caught Styx’s sideways glance, Mizar gravitated over to his sister and gave the starkly contrasting orb a gentle nudge. His two familiars then quickly whizzed to his side while the younger Oni, Nao, volunteered for their entourage. He regarded the assembled group with a narrowed gaze before he turned around and made his way for the door. With one hand shoved deep into his coat pocket and the other now holding open the entrance, Styx called out to his comrades, lackadaisical and unenthused as always, ”Shall we?” His coarse voice permeated the surgical mask as if it didn’t even exist. He topped of the query with a slight nod of his head.

It was time to venture back into the streets of the Imaginary District, the district that never even knew the concept of sleep. And additionally, young maidens hanging out in paths that saw frequent traffic. Aamuu was already in the midst of rationalizing why a girl of such attire would be hanging out in front of the MYO. Rather than waste his time sifting through levels of adolescence, Styx spoke up with his hand still keeping the door wide open, "Hey, we'll be passing by a bus station or two. I have some spare change, just tell the driver where your flat is and hopefully there'll be a stop on their route that's close by.

Styx wasn't an altruist. This wasn't an act of potential kindness. He just really wanted to get to the bottom of this Onryo business so people would cease to misconstrued the story.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Will be posting tomorrow morning, today has been full of busy stuffz.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Sorry for the delay, will be posting tomorrow! Been busy with IRL stuff, last hoorahs and meeting up with people before college. -shudders-

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Finally back from excursions in 3D land. N'ways, ready to work in the collab!

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Actually would 10/10 use the song Dream Killer in a future instance.