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Aust heard the announcement and looked over at the three who had already formed an allegiance. "Better watch my back with those three..." Aust said under his breath as he readied his kendo stick and took some deep breaths. He wasn't really planning on joining any teams, but the thought soon sounded intelligent. With a sigh he looked at a few of the others. One of the females nearby was seemingly alone like him and wore an expression of seeming anger as she walked. Aust thought for a moment, then walked towards her. "Hey, I'm Aust. I see a few others teaming up and I was wondering what you thought about the idea?"
Aust felt his pockets before leaving home. He had definitely remembered the 25 index cards as described in the mysterious letter. He had received it just recently and it peaked his interest for sure. Now was the time to check it all out, to see what this game was all about. So Aust quietly left his home and ventured to the forest not too far away. And soon he reached the seemingly desolate area, the sound of crickets humming in the distance. Aust then saw an older man a little ways off and quickly ran up to him. "The Gamemaster, I presume. I am Austair Clemont and I am here for the game mentioned in the letter." It wasn't until he finished speaking that he noticed another person literally next to him. It was a young girl. His lips shrugged to the side with disapproval. Then he shook his head and tried to be civil. "Sorry..." he said while awkwardly averting her gaze. "Like I said, I'm Austair but people call me Aust..." Then he took a step back and looked back at the Gamemaster.
"As for you," said the girl, suddenly right behind Alphonse. She grabbed his wrist, skidding down an invisible hill towards the others, hoping to keep him from walking around on the air. "I'm glad you've figured that out, but honestly." Then she dumped him off next to everyone else once again. Al was now extra confused. He was the one dreaming and yet this girl had the innate ability to more than easily control him. Did his mind hate Al that much that it wouldn't even let him control his personal domain in a lucid dream? Or was this something else, something deeper and different? And what did she mean when she said he had figured something out...? Al shook his head to regain some composure and the girl then introduced herself as Sera. She was obviously urging everyone to get to know one another. Of course first blood went to the long-haired man yet again as he suddenly proposed a "metal introduction." Al wasn't too fond of this more brash individual so far and wondered what his story (if there even is one, considering this is a dream) was. Alphonse took a breath and stepped back a little. He didn't see a stage form or anything so he decided to speak. "Um... I'll be simple with mine. No gimmicks. Um... I'm Alphonse Garret." After speaking, Al looked at the white "floor" and waited for another break in the silence.
posting now, sorry for the wait
Lance stepped back with an air of accomplishment. His hands sat on his hips and he wore a goofy smile that quickly faded into embarrassment as he heard voices from behind him. He jerked his head, followed by his body, around to greet the voices. There stood a Veni Yan like himself and a smaller Nobelle looking to him for information. It seems they were both looking for the inn. Lance looked back down the road he had traveled already. Then he remembered seeing a sign that read "inn" just outside of a building near the place Lance had met the elderly carpenter.
"Uh... yeah... the inn. Right. I think I passed it on the way from the carpenter's store. We can go together!" He smiled at them as he put his hands behind his head and gestured for them to follow. "You up for it?" Lance stood there awaiting a yes or no from the first two individuals Lance had come into contact with. He was eager to meet new people and outside of his contact with the NPCs, he hadn't really interacted with anyone real up until now. But now he had the chance to make a few friends and just the idea made Lance smile more. He proceeded to walk a few steps forward assuming they'd follow.
"Uh... yeah... the inn. Right. I think I passed it on the way from the carpenter's store. We can go together!" He smiled at them as he put his hands behind his head and gestured for them to follow. "You up for it?" Lance stood there awaiting a yes or no from the first two individuals Lance had come into contact with. He was eager to meet new people and outside of his contact with the NPCs, he hadn't really interacted with anyone real up until now. But now he had the chance to make a few friends and just the idea made Lance smile more. He proceeded to walk a few steps forward assuming they'd follow.
Name: Austair "Aust" Clemont
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Weapon: Kendo stick.
Personality: Aust is a relatively nice person overall. He generally hides this kinder side from the general public however, and has been known to have a air of arrogance and superiority towards those he has just met. However, getting to know Aust, one would ultimately see that he is a lighthearted soul with a caring nature. In a pinch, he will protect his friends to the end and to the best of his ability. He is good with words, and thus he'll attempt diplomacy as a first option in certain scenarios. But at the same time, he will not hesitate to resort to violence if it is necessary.
Friends, Crush, people you hate: None at the moment.
Time seemed to pass with intense precision, each ticking of Lance's wrist watch proved agonizing. He watched the doors to his local Gamestop with anticipation. All he could think about was rushing in and grabbing up a copy of what may be the most exciting and revolutionary game of all time. Lance was practically salivating at the thought of entering a new world of virtual transcendence. He was excited to test the mechanics of the game and meet all sorts of new individuals while challenging some of gaming's most intense enemies. He had been reading up on the game for months and now he had a golden opportunity to seize the day, as they say. So he waited... and waited... and waited. And suddenly in a giant burst of excitement and adrenaline the crowd quickly pummeled each other to besiege the metal door to the game store. And within that crowd stood a goofy young man plowing through the front lines and up to the counter. He was third in line, and within minutes he had achieved what he believed to be a fantastically executed feat. Of course, the feat did include camping outside the store for two whole days so he was bound to get something...
Nonetheless, Lance paid a fortune for the game and briskly rushed out the store and pranced home like an enthusiastic school girl! The run home seemed endless, and soon Lance was well out of breath, but he wouldn't... no... he couldn't stop! He had to get home as soon as possible to start the damn game. His mind was racing with tons of character ideas and anticipations of the game's layout. And soon the door was in view! Lance charged through the door, still running at full speed. His mother shrieked as he breached the front entrance and Lance heard the clanging of a pot followed by a splat noise, which Lance could only assume was breakfast. "Sorry, mom! It's just me! I'll be upstairs..." He heard her reply with an angered response, yet he couldn't really make out what she said... not that he really cared either. Lance's bedroom door closed behind him, and he clicked the lock before opening the neatly constructed package for ToK. A wide grin spread across his face as he lifted the console and virtual head piece up to his face. The salivating turned to drooling and Lance let out a weird giggly noise. It was a sound he had never once emitted until now. Then he looked in his mirror with regret and shook his head disapprovingly. "Okay, calm down Lance. It's just a game. Just take a breath and set up the game and start playing. Quite simple." ANd so he did, and then he started it up. He took a deep breath and then...
<<WELCOME TO THE THRESHOLD OF KAKOPHONIA>>
<<STATE YOUR USERNAME AND RACE>>
Interesting start... Lance thought to himself as he scanned the race options and was instantly drawn to the Veni Yan. But a name? Ha! Lance didn't even think about it. After all of that waiting and reading and pining, Lance hadn't thought of a character name. So he began thinking quietly. I definitely want something that fits the race and has a medieval feel. Hm. And suddenly it hit him. "Sarecyn FurLance," he said with a bold tone. The name appeared on the screen above the race section and Lance smiled. "Veni Yan," he uttered next. And suddenly the system went white and Lance lost feeling in his body. He instantly panicked and wondered what was happening. Is this how this is supposed to feel? Or is this some strange bug in the system? Lance tried to move, but he couldn't tell if he was even successful. Not until, of course, the sounds started. Voices. Wind. General scenic noises. Then the flash of light settled into a gorgeous surrounding. The feeling in his body slowly came back, yet it wasn't his physical body anymore. He darted back and forth, taking his surrounding in for the first time. He breathed in fresh, foreign air that seemed so real. The sights and sounds were real too. With an awkward jump, Lance raised his fist and exclaimed a notable "Yeah!" A few others looked at him with mixtures of contempt and laughter. He didn't mind, really. He was too blinded by sheer excitement. And now it was time to start his wondrous journey through the outlandish world of ToK!
Lance acquired the skills to maneuver his new body relatively quickly and he was soon walking around aimlessly within this strange town. It seemed there was some sort of festival taking place, which only excited Lance more. Soon he was bumped by an older man who then dropped a crate that he was carrying. Lance felt embarrassed despite it only being a game and quickly jumped to the man's aide. He looked elderly and so Lance could only assume he was an NPC. However, he looked as real as the other player characters he had encountered. And he moved fluidly and without pause. He even spoke as if he were a real human being.
"Sorry about that, young one. Didn't see you there..." He bent down and then immediately jerked his body upward. "I'm not the man I used to be," he said solemnly as he held onto a vendor stall nearby to support his weight.
"No... no... this is my fault. I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry!" Lance stacked the crates one on top of the other and brushed his hands together afterwards to remove the soot that had covered them. "Do you need any help with this stuff?"
The old man paused and then smiled. "Ya know! I could use a hand from a young lad like yourself." Suddenly, a quest indicator appeared in the left part of Lance's vision.
"From merchant to merchant? Hm?" He fiddled with the dynamics of accepting a quest in real time without the use of a mouse and keyboard. The old man gave him a strange look and scratched his head.
"You going to help me or what," he asked? Lance hit accept almost immediately as he asked his question, and with a big smile Lance nodded!
"You can count on me!"
The old man smiled back. "You're a bit strange, but I like you. Anyway! I need you to bring these crates to my good friend down this road here. She is our one and only produce vendor, and she's quite the looker." He cackled and slapped his own knee. Lance tried to fake a meek laugh as well and quickly grabbed up the crates and began his first quest!
Lance scanned the area filled with market vendors as he walked carefully down the road. Carrying the crates was actually difficult, or as difficult as it would be in the real world anyway. But Lance didn't complain; he was truly enjoying his experience within the game world. Suddenly, he saw a colored marker over this woman's head just a ways away. He hurried over and placed the crates at her feet. "A...um... delivery of crates from one of the other merchants. An old man, the carpenter I think."
"Oh yes! I've got to make sure I make him something special as thanks." The woman smiled and shifted the crates next to her stall before looking back at Lance. And with that, the quest indicator appeared again and showed that he had completed his first quest of the game. A feat he would never forget...
To be continued
Nonetheless, Lance paid a fortune for the game and briskly rushed out the store and pranced home like an enthusiastic school girl! The run home seemed endless, and soon Lance was well out of breath, but he wouldn't... no... he couldn't stop! He had to get home as soon as possible to start the damn game. His mind was racing with tons of character ideas and anticipations of the game's layout. And soon the door was in view! Lance charged through the door, still running at full speed. His mother shrieked as he breached the front entrance and Lance heard the clanging of a pot followed by a splat noise, which Lance could only assume was breakfast. "Sorry, mom! It's just me! I'll be upstairs..." He heard her reply with an angered response, yet he couldn't really make out what she said... not that he really cared either. Lance's bedroom door closed behind him, and he clicked the lock before opening the neatly constructed package for ToK. A wide grin spread across his face as he lifted the console and virtual head piece up to his face. The salivating turned to drooling and Lance let out a weird giggly noise. It was a sound he had never once emitted until now. Then he looked in his mirror with regret and shook his head disapprovingly. "Okay, calm down Lance. It's just a game. Just take a breath and set up the game and start playing. Quite simple." ANd so he did, and then he started it up. He took a deep breath and then...
<<STATE YOUR USERNAME AND RACE>>
Interesting start... Lance thought to himself as he scanned the race options and was instantly drawn to the Veni Yan. But a name? Ha! Lance didn't even think about it. After all of that waiting and reading and pining, Lance hadn't thought of a character name. So he began thinking quietly. I definitely want something that fits the race and has a medieval feel. Hm. And suddenly it hit him. "Sarecyn FurLance," he said with a bold tone. The name appeared on the screen above the race section and Lance smiled. "Veni Yan," he uttered next. And suddenly the system went white and Lance lost feeling in his body. He instantly panicked and wondered what was happening. Is this how this is supposed to feel? Or is this some strange bug in the system? Lance tried to move, but he couldn't tell if he was even successful. Not until, of course, the sounds started. Voices. Wind. General scenic noises. Then the flash of light settled into a gorgeous surrounding. The feeling in his body slowly came back, yet it wasn't his physical body anymore. He darted back and forth, taking his surrounding in for the first time. He breathed in fresh, foreign air that seemed so real. The sights and sounds were real too. With an awkward jump, Lance raised his fist and exclaimed a notable "Yeah!" A few others looked at him with mixtures of contempt and laughter. He didn't mind, really. He was too blinded by sheer excitement. And now it was time to start his wondrous journey through the outlandish world of ToK!
Lance acquired the skills to maneuver his new body relatively quickly and he was soon walking around aimlessly within this strange town. It seemed there was some sort of festival taking place, which only excited Lance more. Soon he was bumped by an older man who then dropped a crate that he was carrying. Lance felt embarrassed despite it only being a game and quickly jumped to the man's aide. He looked elderly and so Lance could only assume he was an NPC. However, he looked as real as the other player characters he had encountered. And he moved fluidly and without pause. He even spoke as if he were a real human being.
"Sorry about that, young one. Didn't see you there..." He bent down and then immediately jerked his body upward. "I'm not the man I used to be," he said solemnly as he held onto a vendor stall nearby to support his weight.
"No... no... this is my fault. I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry!" Lance stacked the crates one on top of the other and brushed his hands together afterwards to remove the soot that had covered them. "Do you need any help with this stuff?"
The old man paused and then smiled. "Ya know! I could use a hand from a young lad like yourself." Suddenly, a quest indicator appeared in the left part of Lance's vision.
"From merchant to merchant? Hm?" He fiddled with the dynamics of accepting a quest in real time without the use of a mouse and keyboard. The old man gave him a strange look and scratched his head.
"You going to help me or what," he asked? Lance hit accept almost immediately as he asked his question, and with a big smile Lance nodded!
"You can count on me!"
The old man smiled back. "You're a bit strange, but I like you. Anyway! I need you to bring these crates to my good friend down this road here. She is our one and only produce vendor, and she's quite the looker." He cackled and slapped his own knee. Lance tried to fake a meek laugh as well and quickly grabbed up the crates and began his first quest!
Lance scanned the area filled with market vendors as he walked carefully down the road. Carrying the crates was actually difficult, or as difficult as it would be in the real world anyway. But Lance didn't complain; he was truly enjoying his experience within the game world. Suddenly, he saw a colored marker over this woman's head just a ways away. He hurried over and placed the crates at her feet. "A...um... delivery of crates from one of the other merchants. An old man, the carpenter I think."
"Oh yes! I've got to make sure I make him something special as thanks." The woman smiled and shifted the crates next to her stall before looking back at Lance. And with that, the quest indicator appeared again and showed that he had completed his first quest of the game. A feat he would never forget...
To be continued
Posted. Hope we find El Noche!
"I'm falling...? And I... I know that I'm falling? But I'm not scared... and I'm not waking up."[/i]
Alphonse fell for a seemingly endless amount of time before the darkness surrounding him dissipated and revealed a brighter scene. He landed softly on a high rooftop with his eyes closed. [b]"I think I stopped. But where?" His eyes fluttered but wouldn't open immediately. "Open, dammit." Then with sheer intensity his eyes burst open and he suddenly saw two others standing near him, along with an ominous girl who was all too familiar to Al at this point. It's you again but who are these people, Al thought to himself. He sat there confused and fearful despite this being but a simple dream. But lately, that's not all they were. He hadn't been sleeping well due to the recurring dreams that felt so real, so different from the world he had grown up with to this day. Al inhaled deeply, then exhaled still staying silent. Then she spoke.
"Don't fall off, okay? You've got a few minutes to say hi to each other, then we'll begin." Then in a flash the girl jumped away from the group. Al almost reached out to stop her but he couldn't make himself move. So instead he looked more closely at the other two. Two other men, very much different from each other and himself. His inspections garnered little information, however, for one began speaking with great confidence. He spoke as if this were his dream rather than Al's. Alphonse tried to convince himself that this was some figment of his imagination meant to signify his lack of confidence as a human being, and that theory was further proven when the figment began leaving. The man jumped up high and easily cleared the wall to the right of Al. I wonder if that works for me, too. Al closed his eyes and focused on his body becoming weightless. Fly, Al. Fly. Or jump to the sky. Or float. Just levitate a little.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes once more and noted that his endeavors had been successful. He was seemingly weightless. His body was hovering just above the ground, a good foot of space between his feet and the hard rooftop. Wow... this feeling is... great." With a smile, Al attempted to push upwards and fly higher. However he simply stayed where he was. No matter how much he focused he couldn't move from his spot. Frustrated and defeated, Al slumped his shoulders and sighed briefly. He was still hovering... or was he? Looking down, Al saw a faint outline of material beneath his feet. With a puzzled expression Alphonse focused on the bottom of his feet. What could he feel? It was solid. The air around his feet was as solid as the ground itself. Hm? Alphonse thought for a moment before attempting to step forward while balancing on the piece of solid air he had somehow formed beneath him. And that step proved his theory: he was able to walk on air! Each step was more and more awkward, but Al smiled brightly as he seemingly climbed nothingness. Soon he looked down and saw the rooftop, which had become rather small at this point. He could also see a marvelous dreamscape of buildings and detail, along with the confident figment further off in the distance and the other mystery man as well.
"Now where is the girl?"
Alphonse fell for a seemingly endless amount of time before the darkness surrounding him dissipated and revealed a brighter scene. He landed softly on a high rooftop with his eyes closed. [b]"I think I stopped. But where?" His eyes fluttered but wouldn't open immediately. "Open, dammit." Then with sheer intensity his eyes burst open and he suddenly saw two others standing near him, along with an ominous girl who was all too familiar to Al at this point. It's you again but who are these people, Al thought to himself. He sat there confused and fearful despite this being but a simple dream. But lately, that's not all they were. He hadn't been sleeping well due to the recurring dreams that felt so real, so different from the world he had grown up with to this day. Al inhaled deeply, then exhaled still staying silent. Then she spoke.
"Don't fall off, okay? You've got a few minutes to say hi to each other, then we'll begin." Then in a flash the girl jumped away from the group. Al almost reached out to stop her but he couldn't make himself move. So instead he looked more closely at the other two. Two other men, very much different from each other and himself. His inspections garnered little information, however, for one began speaking with great confidence. He spoke as if this were his dream rather than Al's. Alphonse tried to convince himself that this was some figment of his imagination meant to signify his lack of confidence as a human being, and that theory was further proven when the figment began leaving. The man jumped up high and easily cleared the wall to the right of Al. I wonder if that works for me, too. Al closed his eyes and focused on his body becoming weightless. Fly, Al. Fly. Or jump to the sky. Or float. Just levitate a little.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes once more and noted that his endeavors had been successful. He was seemingly weightless. His body was hovering just above the ground, a good foot of space between his feet and the hard rooftop. Wow... this feeling is... great." With a smile, Al attempted to push upwards and fly higher. However he simply stayed where he was. No matter how much he focused he couldn't move from his spot. Frustrated and defeated, Al slumped his shoulders and sighed briefly. He was still hovering... or was he? Looking down, Al saw a faint outline of material beneath his feet. With a puzzled expression Alphonse focused on the bottom of his feet. What could he feel? It was solid. The air around his feet was as solid as the ground itself. Hm? Alphonse thought for a moment before attempting to step forward while balancing on the piece of solid air he had somehow formed beneath him. And that step proved his theory: he was able to walk on air! Each step was more and more awkward, but Al smiled brightly as he seemingly climbed nothingness. Soon he looked down and saw the rooftop, which had become rather small at this point. He could also see a marvelous dreamscape of buildings and detail, along with the confident figment further off in the distance and the other mystery man as well.
"Now where is the girl?"
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