Ryu

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

I SWEAR TO GOD

THAT GOBLIN IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF THIS WHOLE THING!

BEST.

CHARACTER.

EVER

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As swiftly as Varus had stabbed his dagger into the table, Varus was just as swift as to draw his short sword and turn around to face the little goblin as soon as he had caught sight of the small little... thing that wore what seemed to be the scales of a baby dragon. "Dear god!" Varus said in a louder than usual voice. "A drow, a man with anger issues, a marksman who is cocky, a short dwarf, and a useless elf?" Varus placed emphasis on the last two words. "I think I speak for the dwarf when I say we're not going to allow a damn goblin into our... party!"

"You are such a cutie with your dragon costume on," Varus heard the useless elf say.

"... Or maybe we will..." Varus said with a tone of defeat before walking over to the dwarf with his short sword in hand, almost as if he was partying himself with a dwarf -- who he knew would hate the goblin (or thought so, at the very least).

Sword Art Online: Neon Colossus

Useless Backstory

Attania slowly walked about the city, trying to find some sort of refuge, trying to find some sort of place where he could be alone. He had no money to afford a room to himself, nor did he actually have anything in his inventory to sell. All he had was his armor -- which was in shoddy condition -- a broken Katana, and a dagger.

His last purchase had cost him all of his coins when another player had somehow managed to con Attania into buying a rather crappy Katana which had a very low durability. As soon as his friend had heard of this, of course, they had all decided to go on a tangent of how the boy was, in their words, "so innocent that someone could probably take all of your candy... by asking you." Of course, after his friend was done teasing the poor boy, they went off to a shop and repaired all of his equipment before heading into a dungeon with a rather large group of players. With the large group, they went into the dungeon feeling safe -- feeling secure. They felt rather invincible, almost as if they couldn't be killed.

They were wrong.

Attania's friend -- his last friend -- had died in the dungeon, died protecting the boy when his Katana broke. There was no one else to blame but Attania. When the dungeon was all done, while everyone cheered that they had made it out alive, Attania could do nothing but stare at everyone else with eyes of despair. Slowly, he departed from the group and made his way towards the city, in hopes of trying to find refuge, in hopes to find somewhere where he could sulk.

Eventually, he found a rather small alleyway to duck into. As he ventured into the alleyway, the sounds of the city began to die down, and as he looked both ways down the alleyway, he leaned against the wall, slowly sinking down before placing his hands on his face as these mysterious droplets of water began to crawl down his face.

"You lost a friend, huh?" A mysterious voice called out, causing Attania to lower his hands and turn his head to where the voice came from, only to find another player crouched down, staring at Attania with a rather friendly grin. Attania recognized him from the party that he had left. "I followed you when you left the party... you weren't cheering along with us, and seeing as how the other guy died..." The boy, which seemed to be around the same age as Attania, held out his hand, his grin somehow managing to grow wider. "My name is Ghesh."

"Attania..." Attania said as he grabbed the hand and shook it.

"Would you like to come with me?" Ghesh asked, prompting Attania to wipe his tears away with his hand. "I have a guild... it's a bit small right now, but we're looking for more people... come with me and you won't be alone," Ghesh stood up, holding out his hand towards the boy once more, almost as if motioning for Attania to grab it. "Losing friends isn't very easy... it hurts, a lot! But, your friends wouldn't want you to... to be alone, would they?" Attania slowly shook his head, knowing what his friends would make him do right now if they were still here.

"Then come with me and you won't be alone!"

Attania meekly looked at the trade menu for a few seconds, almost as if he was hesitating, but punched the accept button swiftly after he had made his mind. Attania brought up his menu and quickly cycled through it before he found the bottle, which materialized in his hand. Attania brought the bottle to his lips and tilted his head upwards, taking a rather deep drink from the bottle before turning towards the next guild member and opening up a trade menu with them.

Normally, Attania didn't drink anything unless it was water -- including soda or juice -- but just this once, he made an exception. It was a drink, a drink towards Ghesh no less. A drink towards a friend of his who, while he had no idea how much he meant to his other guild members, meant a lot to him.

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Oh my god I feel my elf will actually be useless here XDDDDD everyones like 'she doesn't appear to be of good use' lol

@Salrynn

I mean you can literally make people do what you want them to do, just by singing to them. Its like psychic warfare type of stuff. Where your planting thoughts into someones brain and stuff.

@EWillden

Just waiting for Ellyn to turn people into her slave.

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"A drow," Varus began, speaking softly and quietly so as to not allow anyone to hear him. "... A dwarf... a marksman... and a useless elf..." Varus shifted his head over his shoulder once more as to catch a glimpse of the party, his eyes scanning over the party of four, with his eyes lingering on the drow before he turned around.

Drow could be some trouble... Varus thought as he grabbed the pitcher of water and gently tilt it to pour water into his cup, setting it down after a few seconds. No matter, I reckon I could kill the drow if she tries to do anything... probably, Varus grabbed the cup of water, tilting his head backwards and downed the cup of water quickly before setting it down. Without any other unnecessary actions, Varus turned around on the stool and hopped off, walking over to the group before stopping parallel next to the drow. Swiftly, Varus took out his dagger and stabbed it into the table without even so much as looking at the others who would soon to become his "allies."

"Varus Tyrparin at your service," He said in the same pompous voice he had used to talk to the bartender.

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Will there be a post rotation for this rp?

@Afina

I don't think there should be. We're all in different time zones, and having a post rotation means we would have to wait for someone to post... when that person may have just gone to sleep.

Edit: But we should at least wait for two people to post again after we posted.

Sword Art Online: Neon Colossus

Just going to wait for someone else to post before I do~

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Also, i dont mind if you guys post more than once in between my posts. Just make sure everyone gets a chance. Was expecting Horrid to have posted as well but he didnt. We might not be full after all if he dont post.

@EWillden

He's probably sleeping or something

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So this is the last job, huh? Varis asked himself inside of his head as he continued to stare at the counter that he was situated at, taking another one of his short sighs that seemed to breathe an aura of darkness -- or a "get-the-hell-away-from-me" aura -- around him. That's what I told myself last time... Varis scoffed at himself as he slowly raised his head, his eyes wandering until they found the bartender. Varis slowly raised his hand up in the air, his thumb, index, and middle finger slowly closing together until finally, when his hand was at the apex of that which he could reach, Varis snapped his fingers.

As soon as Varis snapped his fingers, however, he couldn't help but have that same feeling which he had felt earlier of everyone staring at Varis -- even though in likelihood, no one was staring at the half-elf. Varis began to scowl and sneer at himself inside of his head, throwing numerous insults at himself as the bartender moved over to him. As the bartender stood in front of Varis, Varis' eyes began to move up and down over the man, assessing him for what he was worth -- how tall he was, his body type, useless information such as his hair or eye color -- for a few seconds until Varis' eyes finally reached the bartender's gaze.

"Water," Varis said in a rather pompous tone, causing the bartender to raise his eyebrow not at his tone, but instead, at his choice of beverage. The bartender continued to stare at Varis with the same look for a few more seconds, causing Varis' gaze to instead turn into a glare. "I said water. Did you not hear me?" The bartender merely shrugged before turning around, grabbing a pitcher of water and a small cup, and placing the two in front of him.

"You don't look like you're from around here," The bartender said. Varis noted how he backed up subtly, almost as if he felt a sense of danger from the half-elf. "You new in town?"

"What does it look like to you?" Varis asked, his tone rather angry sounding and unfriendly. A few seconds of silence passed before Varis opened his mouth once more. "Yes, I'm not from around here, as you can clearly tell from my garments... what does it matter to you?"

"Just asking," The bartender said, seemingly not deterred by Varis' tone and pompous way of speaking. "If you want some money, or perhaps want to get a bearing of your surroundings, perhaps you should go on and take a quest," The bartender raised his finger and pointed towards a nearby table, where a variety of people sat at. "Over there if you want to go," Varis looked over his shoulder at the nearby table before turning back to the bartender, glaring at him once more.

I have no idea where the target is located at... perhaps taking that quest would be a good idea after all... Varis thought in his head as he took out two coins from his purse of coins and placed it on the counter top. Although... working with people sounds like more of a problem than anything else... Varis dropped his eyes down to his cup of water.

"Leave me be for now," Varis stated, causing the bartender to meekly shrug as he grabbed the two coins and calmly walked away to attend to some other person. Varis slightly moved his head over his shoulder, not to catch a better glimpse of the table, but instead, to hopefully listen on to their conversation. He didn't want to join a group so hurriedly full of people he didn't even know -- nor did he even want to join a group.

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SON OF A WHORE! I just lost my post and the save I made isn't working. Going to have to rewrite the whole god damned thing!

@Fatal Error 1337

Hate it when this happens. Like, I remember a while back ago (we're talking months back), I had this extremely long post for a character (his/her history took up most of the post). It was a great post, great character that I spent an hour working on, maybe even two.

And then my browser decided to freeze and crash on me.