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Yari shook her head with a huff, "I didn't say we were planning to split up - before you all going hurting feelings by picking your partners off the bat. I said if we were to be separated, make sure you have somebody with you," She stated, rolling her eyes before looking to Luna and Suto. "Would you two stop it? We've not even started yet and you're at one another's throats over a word of caution, Not our battle plan... Sheesh." That was when Kenshin, seeming to have missed her meaning as well, began to lash out, and at first she had no idea how to react. In a twist of poor luck on her part, Fitch knew precisely what to do.
The swordsman had waited for Kenshin to regather his wits before socking him directly in the face - not in a way which would decrease his HP, as he had not activated any kind of unarmed skill, but simply to send a message. His voice was blunt when he spoke, "We're a team Kenshin. If you want to go off and train solo, that's fine, we all do our own thing sometimes, but I'll not stand for you accusing us all of being inexperienced or not taking this seriously. Do you think I want to see any of you die? No. Now suck it up, we're just trying to keep things as normal as possible, despite the circumstance. We aren't splitting up and none of us are going to die while we're watching each other, Yari was only giving advice. Not to mention we all do our part around here, just because you go out alone doesn't mean you've got the most skill - you're not familiar with the turf and I doubt your Identification Skill is already high enough to know every single monster you approach without being right on them. Even then, you could only know so much, and that's only if you've already put it into one of your skill slots. And don't assume yourself to be left out - so far, you've chosen that path. We invite you to all of these outings as a team and we stay together during them; nobody's leaving you out except yourself." He said venomously before being pulled back by Yari. A quiet argument between the two ensued before she turned out the clear victor and Fitch looked over, "Sorry, Kenshin. We're all a bit stressed... Guess we're not so used to accepting this as reality yet, huh?"
However, Yari moved over to Kenshin and gave him a small smile, "If we ever split up, you can stick with me, alright?" Fitch tried his best not to gawk at her, deciding to distract himself with Suto.
"You were a bit quick on the draw there, calling me, bud. Who's to say I'd not choose Luna first? She's definitely got the skill and she could use a defender," He pointed out teasingly, trying to push Kenshin's words from his mind. Would he really do that? If he'd had a choice, would he abandon all of them to be with Yari alone? No... She wouldn't allow it anyway, but he had to admit... As terrible as it all was, Aincrad was a rather romantic setting save for the death rate. He could only wonder what the future floors would look like.
Finally, Yari was able to take control again, "Now, can we get back to training? This fighting amongst ourselves is only dangerous. C'mon, if you guys need to keep squabbling, do it when we get back to Caldwell," She commanded, playing a little bit with her spear before nodding toward the jungle, "I think we could get a few levels in too if we work hard enough."
The swordsman had waited for Kenshin to regather his wits before socking him directly in the face - not in a way which would decrease his HP, as he had not activated any kind of unarmed skill, but simply to send a message. His voice was blunt when he spoke, "We're a team Kenshin. If you want to go off and train solo, that's fine, we all do our own thing sometimes, but I'll not stand for you accusing us all of being inexperienced or not taking this seriously. Do you think I want to see any of you die? No. Now suck it up, we're just trying to keep things as normal as possible, despite the circumstance. We aren't splitting up and none of us are going to die while we're watching each other, Yari was only giving advice. Not to mention we all do our part around here, just because you go out alone doesn't mean you've got the most skill - you're not familiar with the turf and I doubt your Identification Skill is already high enough to know every single monster you approach without being right on them. Even then, you could only know so much, and that's only if you've already put it into one of your skill slots. And don't assume yourself to be left out - so far, you've chosen that path. We invite you to all of these outings as a team and we stay together during them; nobody's leaving you out except yourself." He said venomously before being pulled back by Yari. A quiet argument between the two ensued before she turned out the clear victor and Fitch looked over, "Sorry, Kenshin. We're all a bit stressed... Guess we're not so used to accepting this as reality yet, huh?"
However, Yari moved over to Kenshin and gave him a small smile, "If we ever split up, you can stick with me, alright?" Fitch tried his best not to gawk at her, deciding to distract himself with Suto.
"You were a bit quick on the draw there, calling me, bud. Who's to say I'd not choose Luna first? She's definitely got the skill and she could use a defender," He pointed out teasingly, trying to push Kenshin's words from his mind. Would he really do that? If he'd had a choice, would he abandon all of them to be with Yari alone? No... She wouldn't allow it anyway, but he had to admit... As terrible as it all was, Aincrad was a rather romantic setting save for the death rate. He could only wonder what the future floors would look like.
Finally, Yari was able to take control again, "Now, can we get back to training? This fighting amongst ourselves is only dangerous. C'mon, if you guys need to keep squabbling, do it when we get back to Caldwell," She commanded, playing a little bit with her spear before nodding toward the jungle, "I think we could get a few levels in too if we work hard enough."
I agree - it's definitely good to play outside of your comfort zone, my problem is that I don't want to butcher the culture of a region I've not personally been to or know much about. Japan, I could do, but I don't really know how their whole testing into High School and University as well as their actual cultural mannerisms go. >_< I suppose my best bet would be London, as long as we're not making our dialogue phonetic, that would likely work the very best.
As far as year goes, I imagine future... I'm almost positive that we could have a strong VR technology going within 30-50 years, high balling, and that's based on the advancements such as the Oculus Rift, which has received fairly strong reviews for what it strove to be, as well as a language-recognition system being worked on so that a computer not only recognizes voice and words, but rather understands what they mean, not converting it into data and calculating a response. Rather amazing, if you ask me, but it's real and it's absolutely spectacular, they're trying to make it be able to learn as well... Anyway, my estimate comes to a full-dive type of technology on a massive multiplayer server around 2040-2060something, if you'd like to put it around there, and I would imagine we would have had an amazing technological push elsewhere with products like Google Glass and the laser- oriented keyboards which project onto tables and the like. All that would likely be taken a step farther... so we just kind of have to decide what we want our future-Earth in England to look like.
I also believe it might be good to start them young and then make the jumps in chapter-like/arc sequences before settling on older versions of themselves. Honestly, one of them could have quite the background which gets them both dragged into some kind of scenario that incorporates a fair amount of action. After all, the early-life roleplaying would mostly be centered around laying the foundation for their adult personalities and lives which would then lead to them realizing who they've been spending so much time with online, and then finally we begin to develop after one or both of them is dragged into something which would further develop. It almost seems, though, that once we reach a certain point, there will be a definitive end, which would mean we could/would retire the roleplay and hit the drawing board once more. :p After all, I've rather found myself growing tired of characters who have like 5-8 books in a series when the writer continues to milk ideas that are long-since dead. Harry Potter and SAO are exceptions because... well, I love them, but because things continue to happen which are 1) logical and 2) exciting without being over-the-top - a hard combination to nail. :p
Though I also quite liked the idea of them coming out of the game after an obscenely long session and finding that they were thrust into the distant future, or some post-apocalyptic scene. ^^ I think we could keep rolling that ball around if it interested you as well.
As far as year goes, I imagine future... I'm almost positive that we could have a strong VR technology going within 30-50 years, high balling, and that's based on the advancements such as the Oculus Rift, which has received fairly strong reviews for what it strove to be, as well as a language-recognition system being worked on so that a computer not only recognizes voice and words, but rather understands what they mean, not converting it into data and calculating a response. Rather amazing, if you ask me, but it's real and it's absolutely spectacular, they're trying to make it be able to learn as well... Anyway, my estimate comes to a full-dive type of technology on a massive multiplayer server around 2040-2060something, if you'd like to put it around there, and I would imagine we would have had an amazing technological push elsewhere with products like Google Glass and the laser- oriented keyboards which project onto tables and the like. All that would likely be taken a step farther... so we just kind of have to decide what we want our future-Earth in England to look like.
I also believe it might be good to start them young and then make the jumps in chapter-like/arc sequences before settling on older versions of themselves. Honestly, one of them could have quite the background which gets them both dragged into some kind of scenario that incorporates a fair amount of action. After all, the early-life roleplaying would mostly be centered around laying the foundation for their adult personalities and lives which would then lead to them realizing who they've been spending so much time with online, and then finally we begin to develop after one or both of them is dragged into something which would further develop. It almost seems, though, that once we reach a certain point, there will be a definitive end, which would mean we could/would retire the roleplay and hit the drawing board once more. :p After all, I've rather found myself growing tired of characters who have like 5-8 books in a series when the writer continues to milk ideas that are long-since dead. Harry Potter and SAO are exceptions because... well, I love them, but because things continue to happen which are 1) logical and 2) exciting without being over-the-top - a hard combination to nail. :p
Though I also quite liked the idea of them coming out of the game after an obscenely long session and finding that they were thrust into the distant future, or some post-apocalyptic scene. ^^ I think we could keep rolling that ball around if it interested you as well.
I can help image hunt tomorrow, as for starting off, I imagine a non-major city or some small-ish town... any preference on country? I know Murika best, but I'm happy to learn if you've strong preference to any European country or something. Sorry, typing is hardon my tablet.
My Character
Name:
James Allan Delacourt
Birthday:
August 23’rd, 2006
Age Progression:
(Left to right is mid-teen, full-grown, and pre-teen)
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Online Alias:
Spectre
Online Join Date:
September 12’th, 2029
Online Appearance as a Mechnic:
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Level:
33
Class:
Main - Sabre Soldier
Sub - Rogue
*Has yet to decide whether he wants to have Technician or Rider for his third class at level 50
Personality In-Game:
Outwardly Friendly, Clever, Thoughtful, and Manipulative in order to get ahead
Personality Out-of-Game:
Serious, Careful, Reserved, Blunt, and Distrusting – often misinterpreted as being a bit of a jerk
Ambitions:
Outside of Endless Realms, James basically lives automatically. He barely experiences what he sees anymore and spends a great deal of time thinking about what he’s going to do when he gets back online. He works a fairly basic job in system programming, which he could honestly care less for. Ambitious, a word which was once the first to come to mind for describing James, is now a concept completely lost to him. Long ago, he had actually wanted a large family of his own and to work in engineering. But as high school came to a close, he stopped caring for anything, truly, and bought into the idea that reality is naught more than a series of constant let-downs.
My Character
Name:
James Allan Delacourt
Birthday:
August 23’rd, 2006
Age Progression:
(Left to right is mid-teen, full-grown, and pre-teen)Note: Image can be clicked for a link to higher resolution.
Online Alias:
Spectre
Online Join Date:
September 12’th, 2029
Online Appearance as a Mechnic:
Note: Image can be clicked for a link to higher resolution.
Level:
33
Class:
Main - Sabre Soldier
Sub - Rogue
*Has yet to decide whether he wants to have Technician or Rider for his third class at level 50
Personality In-Game:
Outwardly Friendly, Clever, Thoughtful, and Manipulative in order to get ahead
Personality Out-of-Game:
Serious, Careful, Reserved, Blunt, and Distrusting – often misinterpreted as being a bit of a jerk
Ambitions:
Outside of Endless Realms, James basically lives automatically. He barely experiences what he sees anymore and spends a great deal of time thinking about what he’s going to do when he gets back online. He works a fairly basic job in system programming, which he could honestly care less for. Ambitious, a word which was once the first to come to mind for describing James, is now a concept completely lost to him. Long ago, he had actually wanted a large family of his own and to work in engineering. But as high school came to a close, he stopped caring for anything, truly, and bought into the idea that reality is naught more than a series of constant let-downs.
Shar pulled himself from the floor early in the morning. As he remembered where he was, a disgusted look fell over his face. On the floor beside him was Iris, as Ciscera refused to let either of them into the bed, seeming to be under the impression that Shar had taken the Iris in order to have an escort of his own. As he was roused, Iris seemed to turn over, her eyes fluttering open slowly. When she sat up, she yawned, stretching widely and pulling herself to her feet. Shar followed shortly rubbing his eyes and cracking his neck as he glanced to the sleeping Ciscera. His back ached from the uncomfortable sleeping arrangement, but regardless, he was starting to feel much better as he sat down at a small, private table in their room. Iris sat down as well, staring at him with clear concentration; after several moments, he couldn't bare it anymore.
"Can I help you, Miss Argyris?" He asked, leaning back in the chair as his fingers drummed over the table.
"I've seen you before..." She said quietly, narrowing her eyes as she held his gaze, "I know it... Or rather, my father did business with you at least once... I never forget a face... But how..." The girl could remember as far back as childhood, but why was it so hard to recall the colonel's?
The wolf rose to his feet and walked to the door, opening it and checking the hallway before locking and finding his seat once more. "Well... My family name is Shar and we're all strikingly similar... The name is fairly known throughout Tunay'ruk, perhaps that's how? Mere portraits and mentions?" The girl shook her head.
"While I know the name, it isn't your name I'm trying to recall... I know I've seen you in person... Have you ever worked with my father, perhaps? Our tribe was nomadic, but he had many visitors from Tunay'ruk, sometimes they were quite mysterious, in robes and the like... There was one, I remember, that he met but one time... My goodness was it a strange man; for some reason, he wore a mask for a simple get toge-" Iris' voice cut out suddenly as she closed her mouth and stared even more vigorously. "He wore a mask... That's why I can't remember the face... It's your eyes..."
Shar shook his head, "No. I don't wear a mask, clearly; I have no need to hide my face from my countrymen or my enemies..." He retorted, waving his hand defensively. "You must be mistaken." The man knew exactly where she recognized him from, but he would do all in his power to stop her from recalling. It would be dangerous for both of them, if she did.
"No, no... Certainly not... You do not hide your face... You mask it to avoid recognition... Not by your countrymen nor your enemies, as Ciscera... But from your very own leader... even some of your colleagues in the army," She said quickly as she began to recall the details of having seen Shar.
She could clearly remember his visage; it was several years ago, her father introduced her to a wolf in a heavy robe and mask. It was a plain, black mask, but behind it were a pair of green eyes. He wore a falcata at his hip, but she'd not seen him use it, or even move for it during his stay. Why could she not recall what his name was...? Well, it was less a name; she could recall the title Grandmaster, though she could not remember what it was exactly that he presided over... The name was not a name she had heard before or since, as it was more of a pseudonym than a true name, that was for certain. She could not follow precisely what it was that the two would talk about when they tucked away in private, but the man was a joy to have at meals... She asked him question after question - he had seen almost every inch of the world apart from Riverslade and the stories... Oh, the stories, she could recall each one that she got from him in his short stay.
He would speak brilliantly of change... Of how much her father, despite their tribe being so small, had already helped by siding with them... How much their tribe could continue to do so by simply supporting the cause. When he left, she still had questions, but her father, the chief, would not tell her who he was or why he was there...
"You..." She started, her eyes widening... She had seen his poster since he left; but it couldn't have been him. That black masked man was intelligent, he was no traitor, he was an innovative and forward-thinking wolf. Those posters did have a name attached to them... She furrowed her brow, and Shar continued to protest and deny with logic anything she had to say, but she finally said those words. "The Masked Profugus... The Shade of Desertion..." The girl began to pull back, "You... You are him, aren't you?"
Shar closed his eyes as she finally recognized exactly how she knew him, letting out a sigh. He placed a finger to his lips to quiet her down, "How the hell could you figure that out? For years... years... Not even Emperor Lyons, arrogant and stupid as he may be, noticed who I was..."
"Your eyes," She said instantly, tilting her head, "I've never seen that same intelligent green since, not once... Not even close to it... Many don't pay attention to detail as I do, I see things differently... It runs in my family... My father said that we connect to it in the way that you do with the natural forces of magic... It is something that is within us, and once we have consciously decided to use it, it is just as another sense or limb," The girl explained.
Shar smiled and leaned back, "Your father was a brilliant man... One of my couriers brought news of his passing to me many months ago... I was sorry to hear of it... I had assumed you were dead too, Iris, but when I heard your name and saw you... By god, you've grown since I saw you last. I am absolutely amazed that you could see me..."
"Father said I was more gifted than even he or grandfather were..." She mumbled modestly, rubbing her arm.
"But... You did not have it when we met, how could you have recognized me still, especially without that mask?"
"My father was amazed too... After my Sight developed, all of my memories just... rewrote themselves with it... I could see inside of every person I'd met, not just those I meet..."
"I never quite understood the Sight... No matter how much study in magics I did, I've never seen something so... strange... Your father was still unsure of it..." Shar stated, rubbing his chin, "I can see how you might have an ingrained ability to see what, in essence, a person is... But... How? Is it like each person has a signature, which you then read? Or do you simply read minds? Memories?"
"No, no, no... it is not that simple, Mister Shar..." She stated with a shake of her head. "There is no mind reading... Well, in a sense... We know of intentions, but not of true thoughts or memories. Simply what is or what is not," The girl went on to explain. "It is as you see colour, or an expression... It is just there for us; we can choose to focus it or just let it flow, depending on the depth we wish to investigate a person."
"What of me, Miss Argyris?" Shar asked with a smirk, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees with intrigue.
The girl shook her head, "You are unique, Shar... But... I feel it is not my place to delve deeper..." She looked away, suddenly sullen, "The reason, Lykos, which I know you... Is because there is something dark within... It is not evil, it is not good, it is simply dark to me, as though clouded or hidden beneath a shadow... behind a curtain... I can see who you are, but not what you are... And you very well know who you are... This is not something you've hidden, but that has been hidden within you. I believe it is why my father took to you so easily, simply because he knew you were special. And perhaps that is all which it is; you are special," She said to him, placing her hands on either side of his neck. "The dark shroud is crimson, as blood... I do not know what it is, but it is certainly a part of you... And
The wolf paused and shook his head, what kind of answer was that? He then pushed forward, "And her?" The wolf looked over to the tigress in the bed, hoping she would not wake.
At this Iris furrowed her brow, "You certainly are a quizzical one, Shar... While I've never seen one such as you, I... I do not know how, but she is the same. I can see that she is prideful, one of note... A true warrior... But if I try to see the what of her being... She is no simple tigress... I am not sure why, but my mind is less at ease here... It is not a lack of my ability, but a curiosity... I would be far less worried now had you each had the same block, but it is not... I feel blue with her... Again, perhaps it is nothing, perhaps, as many myths are based upon truth, there is an Aura within us all, and it is just that you are the first two that I have met which have one that shows. I do not know the meaning of Auras, however, as I've always written them off as false..."
Shar nodded, but something told him this was not correct... Something more existed, and he knew not what caused such a disturbance.
However, he merely rose from his seat in silence... She did not know what they were? What the hell could that even mean? He was frustrated, but apart from that, there was little they could do now. His voice was powerful, "Wake up, Ciscera." He placed a hand firmly on her shoulder and shook her once, twice, "Get up. We've gotta find some way to cover you, in case your hood falls back. Not to mention, perhaps it's time we adopted new identities as well... Seeing as my name was rather well-known before we arrived, as was yours, and your appearance is unique... We need stories, papers, to be able to hide in public, and a way out of here. You know the city well, where do we start?"
"Can I help you, Miss Argyris?" He asked, leaning back in the chair as his fingers drummed over the table.
"I've seen you before..." She said quietly, narrowing her eyes as she held his gaze, "I know it... Or rather, my father did business with you at least once... I never forget a face... But how..." The girl could remember as far back as childhood, but why was it so hard to recall the colonel's?
The wolf rose to his feet and walked to the door, opening it and checking the hallway before locking and finding his seat once more. "Well... My family name is Shar and we're all strikingly similar... The name is fairly known throughout Tunay'ruk, perhaps that's how? Mere portraits and mentions?" The girl shook her head.
"While I know the name, it isn't your name I'm trying to recall... I know I've seen you in person... Have you ever worked with my father, perhaps? Our tribe was nomadic, but he had many visitors from Tunay'ruk, sometimes they were quite mysterious, in robes and the like... There was one, I remember, that he met but one time... My goodness was it a strange man; for some reason, he wore a mask for a simple get toge-" Iris' voice cut out suddenly as she closed her mouth and stared even more vigorously. "He wore a mask... That's why I can't remember the face... It's your eyes..."
Shar shook his head, "No. I don't wear a mask, clearly; I have no need to hide my face from my countrymen or my enemies..." He retorted, waving his hand defensively. "You must be mistaken." The man knew exactly where she recognized him from, but he would do all in his power to stop her from recalling. It would be dangerous for both of them, if she did.
"No, no... Certainly not... You do not hide your face... You mask it to avoid recognition... Not by your countrymen nor your enemies, as Ciscera... But from your very own leader... even some of your colleagues in the army," She said quickly as she began to recall the details of having seen Shar.
She could clearly remember his visage; it was several years ago, her father introduced her to a wolf in a heavy robe and mask. It was a plain, black mask, but behind it were a pair of green eyes. He wore a falcata at his hip, but she'd not seen him use it, or even move for it during his stay. Why could she not recall what his name was...? Well, it was less a name; she could recall the title Grandmaster, though she could not remember what it was exactly that he presided over... The name was not a name she had heard before or since, as it was more of a pseudonym than a true name, that was for certain. She could not follow precisely what it was that the two would talk about when they tucked away in private, but the man was a joy to have at meals... She asked him question after question - he had seen almost every inch of the world apart from Riverslade and the stories... Oh, the stories, she could recall each one that she got from him in his short stay.
He would speak brilliantly of change... Of how much her father, despite their tribe being so small, had already helped by siding with them... How much their tribe could continue to do so by simply supporting the cause. When he left, she still had questions, but her father, the chief, would not tell her who he was or why he was there...
"You..." She started, her eyes widening... She had seen his poster since he left; but it couldn't have been him. That black masked man was intelligent, he was no traitor, he was an innovative and forward-thinking wolf. Those posters did have a name attached to them... She furrowed her brow, and Shar continued to protest and deny with logic anything she had to say, but she finally said those words. "The Masked Profugus... The Shade of Desertion..." The girl began to pull back, "You... You are him, aren't you?"
Shar closed his eyes as she finally recognized exactly how she knew him, letting out a sigh. He placed a finger to his lips to quiet her down, "How the hell could you figure that out? For years... years... Not even Emperor Lyons, arrogant and stupid as he may be, noticed who I was..."
"Your eyes," She said instantly, tilting her head, "I've never seen that same intelligent green since, not once... Not even close to it... Many don't pay attention to detail as I do, I see things differently... It runs in my family... My father said that we connect to it in the way that you do with the natural forces of magic... It is something that is within us, and once we have consciously decided to use it, it is just as another sense or limb," The girl explained.
Shar smiled and leaned back, "Your father was a brilliant man... One of my couriers brought news of his passing to me many months ago... I was sorry to hear of it... I had assumed you were dead too, Iris, but when I heard your name and saw you... By god, you've grown since I saw you last. I am absolutely amazed that you could see me..."
"Father said I was more gifted than even he or grandfather were..." She mumbled modestly, rubbing her arm.
"But... You did not have it when we met, how could you have recognized me still, especially without that mask?"
"My father was amazed too... After my Sight developed, all of my memories just... rewrote themselves with it... I could see inside of every person I'd met, not just those I meet..."
"I never quite understood the Sight... No matter how much study in magics I did, I've never seen something so... strange... Your father was still unsure of it..." Shar stated, rubbing his chin, "I can see how you might have an ingrained ability to see what, in essence, a person is... But... How? Is it like each person has a signature, which you then read? Or do you simply read minds? Memories?"
"No, no, no... it is not that simple, Mister Shar..." She stated with a shake of her head. "There is no mind reading... Well, in a sense... We know of intentions, but not of true thoughts or memories. Simply what is or what is not," The girl went on to explain. "It is as you see colour, or an expression... It is just there for us; we can choose to focus it or just let it flow, depending on the depth we wish to investigate a person."
"What of me, Miss Argyris?" Shar asked with a smirk, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees with intrigue.
The girl shook her head, "You are unique, Shar... But... I feel it is not my place to delve deeper..." She looked away, suddenly sullen, "The reason, Lykos, which I know you... Is because there is something dark within... It is not evil, it is not good, it is simply dark to me, as though clouded or hidden beneath a shadow... behind a curtain... I can see who you are, but not what you are... And you very well know who you are... This is not something you've hidden, but that has been hidden within you. I believe it is why my father took to you so easily, simply because he knew you were special. And perhaps that is all which it is; you are special," She said to him, placing her hands on either side of his neck. "The dark shroud is crimson, as blood... I do not know what it is, but it is certainly a part of you... And
The wolf paused and shook his head, what kind of answer was that? He then pushed forward, "And her?" The wolf looked over to the tigress in the bed, hoping she would not wake.
At this Iris furrowed her brow, "You certainly are a quizzical one, Shar... While I've never seen one such as you, I... I do not know how, but she is the same. I can see that she is prideful, one of note... A true warrior... But if I try to see the what of her being... She is no simple tigress... I am not sure why, but my mind is less at ease here... It is not a lack of my ability, but a curiosity... I would be far less worried now had you each had the same block, but it is not... I feel blue with her... Again, perhaps it is nothing, perhaps, as many myths are based upon truth, there is an Aura within us all, and it is just that you are the first two that I have met which have one that shows. I do not know the meaning of Auras, however, as I've always written them off as false..."
Shar nodded, but something told him this was not correct... Something more existed, and he knew not what caused such a disturbance.
However, he merely rose from his seat in silence... She did not know what they were? What the hell could that even mean? He was frustrated, but apart from that, there was little they could do now. His voice was powerful, "Wake up, Ciscera." He placed a hand firmly on her shoulder and shook her once, twice, "Get up. We've gotta find some way to cover you, in case your hood falls back. Not to mention, perhaps it's time we adopted new identities as well... Seeing as my name was rather well-known before we arrived, as was yours, and your appearance is unique... We need stories, papers, to be able to hide in public, and a way out of here. You know the city well, where do we start?"
Komada looked around the City of Beginnings in wonder, having opted for the simplest leather armour because she thought it looked the best, she brightly smiled at the intricate appearance of the virtual world. She was delightfully surprised at how much she could actually feel about it - she thought it would be rudimentary at best. There was a cutlass at her hip and some low-level throwing picks, due to the way she had chosen to start the game. She had also chosen to add cat ears and a tail to her appearance; a surprisingly uncommon choice among the other players which she was happy to take for herself. The first things she did included running her hands over the bricks of the buildings and just generally exploring. However, she finally decided to leave, though she was a bit reluctant to do so, as had never even been to a major city in real life, it was entirely new to her. However, after finally passing the edge of the safe zone and into the fields of monsters and new players, she smiled brightly. The grass was so lush... How could they make something so real? The girl had adopted the name Komada for the game, as she had always loved the way it sounded, but those in real life knew her as Hayashi Shiemi.
She strolled about the fields, feeling absolutely no danger as the other players quickly dispatched of the beasts. She was looking for one person in particular: Oshiro Ren, her best friend from childhood. He hadn't yet known that she had acquired or planned to play the game, but there was no doubt he would recognize her. It wasn't until she was into her search that he might have greatly altered how he looked and she didn't know what his handle would be. Chances were, he would be off alone somewhere, though it was also possible he would still resemble his real life self. By the time she had humiliated herself twice by clinging to somebody she didn't know that had a resemblance to her friend, she was ready to give up, log out, and try to get in touch with him.
With a sigh, she found a more secluded area, swiped for her menu, and scrolled to where she thought the Log Out button would be. There was nothing... She furrowed her brow, maybe she was looking in the wrong place. She began to check another section of the menu, then another, and another, and finally she was sorting through the most distant things, including the Inventory, just to find that button. But it was nowhere; she looked through every button at least two or three times before falling to the ground and staring forward, motionless. Where was he?
"All right, then... Who's next?" She heard from nearby... That voice... The girl pulled herself up and ran up to the top of the hill, looking down to see a few boars grazing as one boy attacked them head-on, one at a time. She had already embarrassed herself twice by jumping on boys she thought were Ren... What could one more hurt, simply because this one sounded like him? If it wasn't, then she would just go back to the City of Beginnings and find a way to log out and find him in the real world. The girl ran down the hill and leapt, clinging to his back as another beast shattered at the strike of his blade, her voice ringing out, "Onii-chan!" A bright smile plastered across her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I've been looking all over for you!" She exclaimed, hoping with all of her heart that she hadn't just embarrassed herself in front of yet another stranger.
"I can't find the logout button... I was going to go call you, but... Do you know where it is? Maybe I overlooked it or there's a menu I missed?" She asked, falling away from him and kicking the grass as she bit the inside of her cheek.
She strolled about the fields, feeling absolutely no danger as the other players quickly dispatched of the beasts. She was looking for one person in particular: Oshiro Ren, her best friend from childhood. He hadn't yet known that she had acquired or planned to play the game, but there was no doubt he would recognize her. It wasn't until she was into her search that he might have greatly altered how he looked and she didn't know what his handle would be. Chances were, he would be off alone somewhere, though it was also possible he would still resemble his real life self. By the time she had humiliated herself twice by clinging to somebody she didn't know that had a resemblance to her friend, she was ready to give up, log out, and try to get in touch with him.
With a sigh, she found a more secluded area, swiped for her menu, and scrolled to where she thought the Log Out button would be. There was nothing... She furrowed her brow, maybe she was looking in the wrong place. She began to check another section of the menu, then another, and another, and finally she was sorting through the most distant things, including the Inventory, just to find that button. But it was nowhere; she looked through every button at least two or three times before falling to the ground and staring forward, motionless. Where was he?
"All right, then... Who's next?" She heard from nearby... That voice... The girl pulled herself up and ran up to the top of the hill, looking down to see a few boars grazing as one boy attacked them head-on, one at a time. She had already embarrassed herself twice by jumping on boys she thought were Ren... What could one more hurt, simply because this one sounded like him? If it wasn't, then she would just go back to the City of Beginnings and find a way to log out and find him in the real world. The girl ran down the hill and leapt, clinging to his back as another beast shattered at the strike of his blade, her voice ringing out, "Onii-chan!" A bright smile plastered across her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I've been looking all over for you!" She exclaimed, hoping with all of her heart that she hadn't just embarrassed herself in front of yet another stranger.
"I can't find the logout button... I was going to go call you, but... Do you know where it is? Maybe I overlooked it or there's a menu I missed?" She asked, falling away from him and kicking the grass as she bit the inside of her cheek.
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Greg sneered and rolled his eyes, though he didn't reject Tom's idea aloud, he was certainly amused in silence. Goblins? Really... There may as well be zombies and werewolves... And dragons! Oh, sure, a dragon, that likely existed too if there were god damned goblins. However, as he stared down the reflex sight of his weapon, he watched as the little monsters began to peel away from their original target and head for the small squadron. At the same time, he and their sergeant made an actual call, "hold your fire!" The man looked to Greg's face as he pulled out his pistols, "Calm the fuck down, Tommy. Despite an educated guess, we have no idea what the hell is going down and opening fire will only attract attention to themselves." His attention turned to another of their squad mates, "I don't want to see anything ridiculous, you guys,.. Tom, two pistols? Who the hell authorized that loadout?" He asked sharply before leaning forward and closing an eye. "We want to fire as few shots as possible. Semi-auto, take a knee, and take every one of these little fuckers down before they get here."
The sergeant's face twisted into one of pure rage as he grabbed Greg's shoulder roughly and forced him to turn. "I don't remember you being given authorization over our entire squadron, Carson. You'd better stand the fuck down, I call the shots."
The man seemed about to attack his commander in that moment, almost seeming to have Satan flash in his face as he pushed back, pressing his forehead right against Wellington's, growling, "And we're not exactly in any position to fight about protocol right now, are we? Something's happening at HQ and we're staring down something we've never fucking seen before. If we get back, I'll tell the CO I blatantly disobeyed your shitty excuse for leadership decisions and accept any punishment they have. But until then, either shut your fucking mouth and remember that in Delta Squad rank means far less than you seem to make it and that we're all teammates."
Wellington didn't retort, for a lack of time, and there was a quiet murmuring about them as Greg cleared his voice, "Everybody ready yourselves... Pick one and kill it... Then another, got it?" He gently eased his finger against the trigger, but he didn't pull yet. Finally, he squeezed and there was a loud crack that sounded out, followed by a few more as the squad shot through the trees, downhill at the attacking group of monsters. Over the firing, the Staff Sergeant cleared his throat, "The more sound we make, the more they'll send... they'll be on us faster than we think." His statement was blunt and he watched as the cretins went down with their assault. With each pull of the trigger, they seemed to be mowing down the mob of the beasts that were on the offensive. However, more of them split away from the massive army, which had already begun to loot the now-empty house for shinies and other interesting objects.
"Reloading!" Came a call every now and then as one of them would drop a magazine and replace it. "We gotta get out of here," Carson commanded, standing to his feet and beginning to step back, "C'mon! We can lose them in the trees and start for the base."
The sergeant's face twisted into one of pure rage as he grabbed Greg's shoulder roughly and forced him to turn. "I don't remember you being given authorization over our entire squadron, Carson. You'd better stand the fuck down, I call the shots."
The man seemed about to attack his commander in that moment, almost seeming to have Satan flash in his face as he pushed back, pressing his forehead right against Wellington's, growling, "And we're not exactly in any position to fight about protocol right now, are we? Something's happening at HQ and we're staring down something we've never fucking seen before. If we get back, I'll tell the CO I blatantly disobeyed your shitty excuse for leadership decisions and accept any punishment they have. But until then, either shut your fucking mouth and remember that in Delta Squad rank means far less than you seem to make it and that we're all teammates."
Wellington didn't retort, for a lack of time, and there was a quiet murmuring about them as Greg cleared his voice, "Everybody ready yourselves... Pick one and kill it... Then another, got it?" He gently eased his finger against the trigger, but he didn't pull yet. Finally, he squeezed and there was a loud crack that sounded out, followed by a few more as the squad shot through the trees, downhill at the attacking group of monsters. Over the firing, the Staff Sergeant cleared his throat, "The more sound we make, the more they'll send... they'll be on us faster than we think." His statement was blunt and he watched as the cretins went down with their assault. With each pull of the trigger, they seemed to be mowing down the mob of the beasts that were on the offensive. However, more of them split away from the massive army, which had already begun to loot the now-empty house for shinies and other interesting objects.
"Reloading!" Came a call every now and then as one of them would drop a magazine and replace it. "We gotta get out of here," Carson commanded, standing to his feet and beginning to step back, "C'mon! We can lose them in the trees and start for the base."
Nero likely wore the most simple outfit he had since the first few floors of Aincrad. After the third floor, he had always had some kind of accessory on his jackets or pants which wasn't flashy, but was certainly noticeable, whenever he was strolling about a safe zone. However, unlocking floor 25 was a huge deal, and he merely wanted to enjoy the evening with Yuna. He had a pair of nice black pants and boots with a red shirt. Over the shirt was a fine coat of white with only pockets for his ungloved hands. There was a brilliant golden trip to the coat and he had a black gold hat atop his head. In a word, he looked classy more than anything else while a sole ring adorned his hand, increasing the amount of Col his kills would drop and raising the odds of gaining a rare item, or even two of them, from a drop. Upon the back of his coat was the design of a silhouetted phoenix from the top-down in the same gold that trimmed the coat. It was long with a collar turned down, hanging down to his mid-thigh, nearing his knees. It was rare, however, that he would unequip his sword, though this evening was different. He had no weapon at his hip as he peered through the crowd for Yuna.
As he weaved through the droves of people, all drinking, eating, dancing, or just generally having a good time, he looked for the girl he had only recently asked to be his official girlfriend. It was around the twentieth floor that he had finally asked her to be more than friends, though they'd gotten about as far as holding hands thus far. Finally, he saw her dragging Jet, likely having found him first, and he joined them.
"Well of course we are, Jet," He said with a smile, patting his friend on the back. Since the incident with Rose and the Masked Man, Nero had been gradually coming out of his shell. Not to mention, he was the wealthiest player of Aincrad, and many flocked to him if they recognized him on the street. He was the first player to buy a house, and one of very few to have done so thus far. It was a quaint home which was located on Floor Seventeen, which was one of few that actually closely resembled Japan. The house was a single floor with a single bedroom and a kitchen that was attached to the parlour. It wasn't extravagant because Nero wanted something that felt like home, not a massive empty house that he didn't care to use.
As he turned his head, he noticed the chef who was staring in bewilderment at the silver-haired boy, "It's... dessert... well of course it's a dessert..." He muttered defeatedly. Nero stepped forward with a smile, "Hey, can I try one of those?" He asked and was promptly handed a treat, which he quickly popped into his mouth. The boy closed his eyes and chewed, savouring it for a moment... two moments... three. The chef seemed about to die of anticipation before Nero nodded, "Damn, that's excellent. Add me and shoot me a message if you ever need help collecting any of those ingredients. I'm don't farm ingredients, but I am a farmer of sorts. I'll happily round some up... for a price," He said with a nod. Moments later, he was given a contact request, which he quickly accepted so that the chef could message him at any timed. With that, Nero took Yuna's hand, pausing a moment before speaking quietly, "You look great."
The girl blushed and nodded in thanks; she had put on a dress that she made herself with material from Nero. In fact, it was not just any material, but it came from a beast on a very early floor. From a unique silk worm - the quality was fantastic and she had used it to make a cloak for Nero when she first obtained it. However, with what was left over and that which she could salvage from it when he no longer needed it and made her dress. As it turned out, the material was far ahead of its time, if one was patient, it could be used with a higher skill to make something truly wonderful. The dress would appear white at first glance, but it was actually blue. It had multiple layers of almost-clear blue silk which also seemed to shimmer in the light, It fell to about partway down her shins and she wore a pair of matching gloves with it. Though at first, she didn't like the idea of it, she wore a a silver tiara upon her head, encrusted in sapphire. Nero had obtained it as a very lucky drop and merely asked her to try it on. It just fit right; despite not liking the conspicuousness of it, the appearance grew on Yuna and she found herself putting it on whenever she was in front of the mirror in the morning or evening, but she hadn't worn it otherwise. It made her feel more than beautiful, and she had to admit that she liked it.
The couple held hands and Nero finally looked back to Jet and nodded his head, "Let's walk. We're gonna go see how Jacob and Alice are doing too; I'm almost positive they're around here somewhere. Tonight will be fun, but tomorrow we have to get back to hunting. I also heard that they're trying to take the frontline back on a floor soon, and I'd love to start getting the drops from those bosses. I've been getting maybe four hours of sleep every night trying to keep up with these advancements..." He said with a shake of his head. Yuna merely huffed and looked down, having voiced enough times that she was fairly grateful that Nero couldn't take part on teh frontline. With how much he had already made, he could just sit in his house and pay for meals from NPC restaurants or stores and live fairly well until the game was cleared. Secretly, she wished that he would and invite her, but she liked making weapons and armours and even food for those going out and training every day, though it wasn't the easiest way to make money.
As he weaved through the droves of people, all drinking, eating, dancing, or just generally having a good time, he looked for the girl he had only recently asked to be his official girlfriend. It was around the twentieth floor that he had finally asked her to be more than friends, though they'd gotten about as far as holding hands thus far. Finally, he saw her dragging Jet, likely having found him first, and he joined them.
"Well of course we are, Jet," He said with a smile, patting his friend on the back. Since the incident with Rose and the Masked Man, Nero had been gradually coming out of his shell. Not to mention, he was the wealthiest player of Aincrad, and many flocked to him if they recognized him on the street. He was the first player to buy a house, and one of very few to have done so thus far. It was a quaint home which was located on Floor Seventeen, which was one of few that actually closely resembled Japan. The house was a single floor with a single bedroom and a kitchen that was attached to the parlour. It wasn't extravagant because Nero wanted something that felt like home, not a massive empty house that he didn't care to use.
As he turned his head, he noticed the chef who was staring in bewilderment at the silver-haired boy, "It's... dessert... well of course it's a dessert..." He muttered defeatedly. Nero stepped forward with a smile, "Hey, can I try one of those?" He asked and was promptly handed a treat, which he quickly popped into his mouth. The boy closed his eyes and chewed, savouring it for a moment... two moments... three. The chef seemed about to die of anticipation before Nero nodded, "Damn, that's excellent. Add me and shoot me a message if you ever need help collecting any of those ingredients. I'm don't farm ingredients, but I am a farmer of sorts. I'll happily round some up... for a price," He said with a nod. Moments later, he was given a contact request, which he quickly accepted so that the chef could message him at any timed. With that, Nero took Yuna's hand, pausing a moment before speaking quietly, "You look great."
The girl blushed and nodded in thanks; she had put on a dress that she made herself with material from Nero. In fact, it was not just any material, but it came from a beast on a very early floor. From a unique silk worm - the quality was fantastic and she had used it to make a cloak for Nero when she first obtained it. However, with what was left over and that which she could salvage from it when he no longer needed it and made her dress. As it turned out, the material was far ahead of its time, if one was patient, it could be used with a higher skill to make something truly wonderful. The dress would appear white at first glance, but it was actually blue. It had multiple layers of almost-clear blue silk which also seemed to shimmer in the light, It fell to about partway down her shins and she wore a pair of matching gloves with it. Though at first, she didn't like the idea of it, she wore a a silver tiara upon her head, encrusted in sapphire. Nero had obtained it as a very lucky drop and merely asked her to try it on. It just fit right; despite not liking the conspicuousness of it, the appearance grew on Yuna and she found herself putting it on whenever she was in front of the mirror in the morning or evening, but she hadn't worn it otherwise. It made her feel more than beautiful, and she had to admit that she liked it.
The couple held hands and Nero finally looked back to Jet and nodded his head, "Let's walk. We're gonna go see how Jacob and Alice are doing too; I'm almost positive they're around here somewhere. Tonight will be fun, but tomorrow we have to get back to hunting. I also heard that they're trying to take the frontline back on a floor soon, and I'd love to start getting the drops from those bosses. I've been getting maybe four hours of sleep every night trying to keep up with these advancements..." He said with a shake of his head. Yuna merely huffed and looked down, having voiced enough times that she was fairly grateful that Nero couldn't take part on teh frontline. With how much he had already made, he could just sit in his house and pay for meals from NPC restaurants or stores and live fairly well until the game was cleared. Secretly, she wished that he would and invite her, but she liked making weapons and armours and even food for those going out and training every day, though it wasn't the easiest way to make money.
"Oh, please, like you really care," Came Fitch's reply to suto's complaints on the girls not chastising Kenshin. he watched as Luna snapped to Suto and Yari worked to resolve everything. She had such a strong air about her and he'd never seen a room that she couldn't calm by just being herself. It was one of the many things he loved about her. The boy rose to his feet and opened his window without much to say, scrolling through it. Soon, his jacket and other articles were replaced with armour that was a basic steel, appearing heavier than Yari's, and his shield materialized on his back. It was a tower-style shield, but it was smaller than Fitch himself, as it was low-level. He looked to Luna and shrugged, "Hopeless? Nah... He's just Suto," he replied with a small smirk. He could tell that the other two were tired, but he could go all day... There was something about the thrill of the battle that just drove him to keep going. In Aincrad, he could be somebody more than just Alex.
"The field boss shouldn't prove too problematic... It'll be like the last few we've seen, we just need our numbers and a strong defense at the front. It's all about biding our time; we'll be fine. This isn't the time to get worried - if you start to choke now, then we won't make it halfway to the Red Palace, alright?" He said firmly; his voice didn't waiver or fault under the weight of his words, which could be taken far more seriously than he'd really meant them to be.
Yari patted his back and laughed, "But don't be too stressed guys... After all, we came to Aincrad for a bit of fun... and while things aren't... erm... ideal right now, it's important that we just keep moving, okay?" With that, the girl smiled brightly, "Now, let's get this adventure rolling, okay? Business as usual." Fitch was close beside her as they started for the gates of the city, both having disregarded Suto's and Kenshin's possible tiredness. After all, if one was going to go and get in extra training early, it would be pointless if they didn't use the extra time properly. Fitch, however, didn't seem fazed at all by the time they'd spent out in the fields. But he'd been going his own way for a while too; while he wouldn't leave the group behind, he would certainly work his safety margin up. Though there was little time he had to himself, as he and Yari would take any chance they had to spend time with each other.
The group departed for the surrounding jungle of the floor, which composed a large portion of the terrain. There were multpile cities, but the teleport center in Caldwell would get them rather close to the meeting place without much issue, and the mobs were balanced throughout the floor. There was a wide variety of basic monsters in the jungle, from people-sized snakes to primates and large amphibious creatures. Fitch drew his blade and shield once they were officially beyond the city's entrance and diverting from the pre-placed paths in the jungle, where the fights would be a little bit harder with better spoils and more privacy.
"Hope everybody is awake again, because we're going to be here a while," Yari said with a smirk, readying her spear as their training was prepared to commence. "Don't leave the group without taking somebody with you - we don't want to make this a dangerous trip out," the girl reminded them politely. Fitch was already focused; he was almost always in a state of concentration... on something.
"The field boss shouldn't prove too problematic... It'll be like the last few we've seen, we just need our numbers and a strong defense at the front. It's all about biding our time; we'll be fine. This isn't the time to get worried - if you start to choke now, then we won't make it halfway to the Red Palace, alright?" He said firmly; his voice didn't waiver or fault under the weight of his words, which could be taken far more seriously than he'd really meant them to be.
Yari patted his back and laughed, "But don't be too stressed guys... After all, we came to Aincrad for a bit of fun... and while things aren't... erm... ideal right now, it's important that we just keep moving, okay?" With that, the girl smiled brightly, "Now, let's get this adventure rolling, okay? Business as usual." Fitch was close beside her as they started for the gates of the city, both having disregarded Suto's and Kenshin's possible tiredness. After all, if one was going to go and get in extra training early, it would be pointless if they didn't use the extra time properly. Fitch, however, didn't seem fazed at all by the time they'd spent out in the fields. But he'd been going his own way for a while too; while he wouldn't leave the group behind, he would certainly work his safety margin up. Though there was little time he had to himself, as he and Yari would take any chance they had to spend time with each other.
The group departed for the surrounding jungle of the floor, which composed a large portion of the terrain. There were multpile cities, but the teleport center in Caldwell would get them rather close to the meeting place without much issue, and the mobs were balanced throughout the floor. There was a wide variety of basic monsters in the jungle, from people-sized snakes to primates and large amphibious creatures. Fitch drew his blade and shield once they were officially beyond the city's entrance and diverting from the pre-placed paths in the jungle, where the fights would be a little bit harder with better spoils and more privacy.
"Hope everybody is awake again, because we're going to be here a while," Yari said with a smirk, readying her spear as their training was prepared to commence. "Don't leave the group without taking somebody with you - we don't want to make this a dangerous trip out," the girl reminded them politely. Fitch was already focused; he was almost always in a state of concentration... on something.
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