KillamriX08Alright, New Checklist: Kosuke thought as he flew, 1: Say hi, 2: Get coffee, 3: Ask if she's got anything to do for the day, 4: If she doesn't ask if she wants to go for the event boss. He pondered the finer details of his plan in his mind a little as he flew over one of Alfheim's many forests. Damn, it sounds like I'm asking her out or something.
Now that he thought about it, he was starting to think of some other things too... She did happen to have a lot of... 'fans' was probably the best word for it. A few times he'd been around whenever he'd talked to her for something other than coffee, he'd always see out of the corners of his eyes one or two people glaring at him. Not always the same people, and not always in a schedule or anything.
And my clothes... He thought, looking down at himself. He was wearing a really old looking travelling cloak which he'd found somewhere he didn't remember now, and besides that he was wearing some random shirt, pants and boots which were pretty much permanently stained with dirt and he should have replaced months ago. Still, it wasn't like he had any armor proficiencies and he'd thought for a while he wouldn't have to care about looks.
Even now, he wasn't exactly sure why he cared so much.
Maybe it's because I've been up for about 20 hours now... He thought. Wait a sec. He suddenly realized that the trees had now given way to a small town of sorts. Crap, I'm here already.
Without really thinking about it, he deactivated his wings. He then realized his mistake as he plummeted through the air. The ground below sped towards him, giving him only seconds to think.
"Ekku, Eria Barisutikku, Kyu!" He quickly chanted. (Yeah, I'm just using the Japanese version of the chant. I'm lazy.)
The words flowing around him faded until only the three he had cast remained, and he had time to read them.
"Self fire explosion?!" he said aloud.
A large bang! could be heard as the spell went off only a meter or two off the ground, changing his momentum and actually making him go up a bit, and then he fell back down onto the ground. He vaguely heard his health and his mana bar going down, and he could see it out of the corner of his eye but not very clearly. His vision was sort of getting hazy, mostly from how tired he probably was. He was also on fire which didn't help much.
Whyyyyyy? He thought tiredly. He craned his neck to properly see his health bar and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd only lost about a quarter of his health bar, although it felt a lot worse than a quarter. He was still on fire though, but the debuff was almost out already. Luckily for him, in Alfheim online the more trained your skills were, the higher your health and mana were. He'd reached about 400 with most of the weapon skills in the game, and some of the ones he liked were a lot higher, not to mention his magic skill was pretty good.
He had a whole lot of health and mana, but it wasn't like he could use much of it.
Whatever, where am I? He looked up to see he was in front of someone's house, with a very familiar looking sign. Oh good. I didn't fuck up too badly. He got up mildly dizzy and dusted himself off as well as he could, but it didn't do much for the scorch marks.
Some people were looking at him now, and it made him feel really self-conscious. To calm himself down, he started making another checklist. Checklist: 1: Keep your head down, 2: Don't blow yourself up next time, 3: Go for some damn coffee already. Trying to keep as neutral an expression as possible, he strode over into the house that she had now turned into a coffee shop.
He staggered a little as his tiredness and the blast caught up with him a little and he slowly stumbled through the store dodging some people and the coffee table. He stood at the counter and tried as hard as he could to stay upright. A pounding headache pounded at his temples now, but he didn't really know how it'd gotten there.
"Hey, Shadowy," He said weakly as he teetered where he stood, "Coffee... plez-..." Then he promptly flopped over the counter and went to sleep.
Now that he thought about it, he was starting to think of some other things too... She did happen to have a lot of... 'fans' was probably the best word for it. A few times he'd been around whenever he'd talked to her for something other than coffee, he'd always see out of the corners of his eyes one or two people glaring at him. Not always the same people, and not always in a schedule or anything.
And my clothes... He thought, looking down at himself. He was wearing a really old looking travelling cloak which he'd found somewhere he didn't remember now, and besides that he was wearing some random shirt, pants and boots which were pretty much permanently stained with dirt and he should have replaced months ago. Still, it wasn't like he had any armor proficiencies and he'd thought for a while he wouldn't have to care about looks.
Even now, he wasn't exactly sure why he cared so much.
Maybe it's because I've been up for about 20 hours now... He thought. Wait a sec. He suddenly realized that the trees had now given way to a small town of sorts. Crap, I'm here already.
Without really thinking about it, he deactivated his wings. He then realized his mistake as he plummeted through the air. The ground below sped towards him, giving him only seconds to think.
"Ekku, Eria Barisutikku, Kyu!" He quickly chanted. (Yeah, I'm just using the Japanese version of the chant. I'm lazy.)
The words flowing around him faded until only the three he had cast remained, and he had time to read them.
"Self fire explosion?!" he said aloud.
A large bang! could be heard as the spell went off only a meter or two off the ground, changing his momentum and actually making him go up a bit, and then he fell back down onto the ground. He vaguely heard his health and his mana bar going down, and he could see it out of the corner of his eye but not very clearly. His vision was sort of getting hazy, mostly from how tired he probably was. He was also on fire which didn't help much.
Whyyyyyy? He thought tiredly. He craned his neck to properly see his health bar and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd only lost about a quarter of his health bar, although it felt a lot worse than a quarter. He was still on fire though, but the debuff was almost out already. Luckily for him, in Alfheim online the more trained your skills were, the higher your health and mana were. He'd reached about 400 with most of the weapon skills in the game, and some of the ones he liked were a lot higher, not to mention his magic skill was pretty good.
He had a whole lot of health and mana, but it wasn't like he could use much of it.
Whatever, where am I? He looked up to see he was in front of someone's house, with a very familiar looking sign. Oh good. I didn't fuck up too badly. He got up mildly dizzy and dusted himself off as well as he could, but it didn't do much for the scorch marks.
Some people were looking at him now, and it made him feel really self-conscious. To calm himself down, he started making another checklist. Checklist: 1: Keep your head down, 2: Don't blow yourself up next time, 3: Go for some damn coffee already. Trying to keep as neutral an expression as possible, he strode over into the house that she had now turned into a coffee shop.
He staggered a little as his tiredness and the blast caught up with him a little and he slowly stumbled through the store dodging some people and the coffee table. He stood at the counter and tried as hard as he could to stay upright. A pounding headache pounded at his temples now, but he didn't really know how it'd gotten there.
"Hey, Shadowy," He said weakly as he teetered where he stood, "Coffee... plez-..." Then he promptly flopped over the counter and went to sleep.
