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Did you know that the critically acclaimed MMORPG, "Final Fantasy XIV", has a free trial that includes the entirety of-
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Why does anyone creep on anyone's profile? Cute anime girls, of course.
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Anyone else really love the rain when writing? I couldn't ask for a better sound.
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If Heaven's Feel 3 gets canceled in my local theaters again I WILL start a war.
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I dunno, more recent RWBY has been fine. Like last season was a solid overall 8/10 imo with some legit 9/10 or 10/10 episodes.
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The Nasuverse is the best. Oh, and RP things too, I guess.
Fandoms: .hack, Danganronpa, Digimon, Drakengard/NieR, Fate, Final Fantasy XIV, Hunter x Hunter, Madoka Magica, RWBY, Shin Megami Tensei, Soulsborne
Favorite Color(s): Green, red, black
Favorite Game: Okami
Favorite Anime: Madoka Magica or Hunter x Hunter 2011 (it changes a lot between these two, honestly)
Favorite Character: Shirou Emiya
Favorite Genres: Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Horror, Mystery
Needs Writing Improvement: Romance, Slice of Life, Combat RP, 1x1 RP
Curious/Unsure About: Black Clover, Naruto, Sword Art Online, Supernatural
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Age: 24
Time Zone: Pacific
Writing Level: Advanced or Casual - I can do either, but I'm not really into going below casual most of the time. Occasionally I can do a one-liner type of RP, but it's not really my thing.
RP Preferences: I can do most RP styles from an aesthetic perspective, but using real people as FCs isn't for me. I also prefer third person RP, but I'm not opposed to first person from time to time. I dislike RPing as canon characters, so any story set in an existing fandom will almost always require original characters for me to be interested. Finally, for 1x1 RPs I prefer writing with people who are 18+ to delve into mature themes as necessary.
Where to Talk: You could private message me on here, or for quicker responses, you could add me on Discord by asking me for it through a PM.
Just a 24 year old guy who enjoys writing, and if other people would like to write with me or read/critique my writing, that's cool too. I'm not good at talking about myself in the general sense, so if anybody wants to know more or needs clarification on something, don't be shy about sending me a private message! Or if you wanna just share mutual interest in a given thing or whatever else, that's fine too!
Fandoms: .hack, Danganronpa, Digimon, Drakengard/NieR, Fate, Final Fantasy XIV, Hunter x Hunter, Madoka Magica, RWBY, Shin Megami Tensei, Soulsborne
Favorite Color(s): Green, red, black
Favorite Game: Okami
Favorite Anime: Madoka Magica or Hunter x Hunter 2011 (it changes a lot between these two, honestly)
Favorite Character: Shirou Emiya
Favorite Genres: Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Horror, Mystery
Needs Writing Improvement: Romance, Slice of Life, Combat RP, 1x1 RP
Curious/Unsure About: Black Clover, Naruto, Sword Art Online, Supernatural
Personal details
Age: 24
Time Zone: Pacific
Writing Level: Advanced or Casual - I can do either, but I'm not really into going below casual most of the time. Occasionally I can do a one-liner type of RP, but it's not really my thing.
RP Preferences: I can do most RP styles from an aesthetic perspective, but using real people as FCs isn't for me. I also prefer third person RP, but I'm not opposed to first person from time to time. I dislike RPing as canon characters, so any story set in an existing fandom will almost always require original characters for me to be interested. Finally, for 1x1 RPs I prefer writing with people who are 18+ to delve into mature themes as necessary.
Where to Talk: You could private message me on here, or for quicker responses, you could add me on Discord by asking me for it through a PM.
Just a 24 year old guy who enjoys writing, and if other people would like to write with me or read/critique my writing, that's cool too. I'm not good at talking about myself in the general sense, so if anybody wants to know more or needs clarification on something, don't be shy about sending me a private message! Or if you wanna just share mutual interest in a given thing or whatever else, that's fine too!
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All good, all good o/
Annnnnnd posted! Very excited to see where this goes, and also hoping that Mordred doesn't feel like stabbing Quinn already. lmao
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"A... Grail War? Uh. I, uh... hmmm... ahaha, sorry, I have no idea what that is.", Quinn responded meekly to this knight's aggressive and hot-blooded introduction, unsure of what exactly she was even talking about or why she was here.
Rubbing the back of his head and ruffling his hair, a stupid and flustered grin was plastered to his face, unsure of exactly what kind of emotion he should be feeling right now. This was clearly supernatural and not normal, that much was plain as day. Yet... how did it happen? It was all so much to take in, and worsened at that, with the idea that any wrong word could spell his end at the hands of a very intimidating and heavily armored woman. For some guys that might sound like a fantastic way for life to end, but Quinn wasn't the sort of guy that wanted to die just yet. Not yet.
"Well, Nakano is Nakano... y'know? Heheh.", Quinn would start, chuckling at his feeble attempt at wordplay and rhymes, before coming back to the reality before him with the very not-pleased magical woman in front of him. "Uh, that is to say... for one, try not to scratch the floor with your sword, please, that'll come out of my damage deposit. And secondly, I don't know much about what's going on, who you are, or why you're here. I'm just a guy living in an apartment who knows a handful of magic tricks and that's about it. Not really the type for... well, whatever you're about or were hoping to be summoned for, exactly."
Quinn decided to be blunt about it, figuring that honeyed words or playing coy would most assuredly NOT earn him any favors with this particular person. Honesty is the best policy, isn't it? It had to be. That was the kind of world Mr. Corkhill wanted to believe in, anyway. "I'm Quinn. Quinn Corkhill. And in all honesty, I have no idea what's going on. But for either of us to get answers, Nakano would be the best bet, yeah? It's the only option for now, anyway, I think. And if we encounter any weirdos, we can just call the police or something and let them arrest whoever's behind this. Maybe.", Quinn would explain naively, hoping that it could be so simple.
Extending a hand, Quinn attempted to carry out an introduction with this woman, making one final attempt at a formal introduction or to at least learn what he should call the mysterious knight. "...Uh, not that I expect a long friendship or anything, but it'd be nice to at least have names to call each other by, right?", Quinn would blurt out after a period of silence in his ramblings and explanations, showing bluntness outwardly but having the very highest peak of anxiety on the inside.
Regardless of whether she would give up anything like a name to call her by, Quinn would insist on heading to Nakano. It was the best option, way better than sitting around, even if Nakano ended up being a trap. That is, at this point, death was preferable to the stagnancy of sitting around and wondering what this is all about without lifting a finger to find answers.
"I'll let you lead the way there. If there are any other people like you, to be honest, I dunno how long I'd last in direct confrontation. Gotta walk there, though, as I don't have any kind of transportation. Maybe on the way... you could tell me a bit more about yourself and this situation you were expecting to walk into? Like what a Master is, and all that?", Quinn looked at the knight, who he hoped was agreeable enough to accompany him to Nakano, and decided to press further by also asking her to tell him what she knows about this situation as they made their way to Nakano. All in all, a bold play for one who, at first glance, would not look so bold. In truth, a terrified and desperate gamble.
Quinn Corkhill
"A... Grail War? Uh. I, uh... hmmm... ahaha, sorry, I have no idea what that is.", Quinn responded meekly to this knight's aggressive and hot-blooded introduction, unsure of what exactly she was even talking about or why she was here.
Rubbing the back of his head and ruffling his hair, a stupid and flustered grin was plastered to his face, unsure of exactly what kind of emotion he should be feeling right now. This was clearly supernatural and not normal, that much was plain as day. Yet... how did it happen? It was all so much to take in, and worsened at that, with the idea that any wrong word could spell his end at the hands of a very intimidating and heavily armored woman. For some guys that might sound like a fantastic way for life to end, but Quinn wasn't the sort of guy that wanted to die just yet. Not yet.
"Well, Nakano is Nakano... y'know? Heheh.", Quinn would start, chuckling at his feeble attempt at wordplay and rhymes, before coming back to the reality before him with the very not-pleased magical woman in front of him. "Uh, that is to say... for one, try not to scratch the floor with your sword, please, that'll come out of my damage deposit. And secondly, I don't know much about what's going on, who you are, or why you're here. I'm just a guy living in an apartment who knows a handful of magic tricks and that's about it. Not really the type for... well, whatever you're about or were hoping to be summoned for, exactly."
Quinn decided to be blunt about it, figuring that honeyed words or playing coy would most assuredly NOT earn him any favors with this particular person. Honesty is the best policy, isn't it? It had to be. That was the kind of world Mr. Corkhill wanted to believe in, anyway. "I'm Quinn. Quinn Corkhill. And in all honesty, I have no idea what's going on. But for either of us to get answers, Nakano would be the best bet, yeah? It's the only option for now, anyway, I think. And if we encounter any weirdos, we can just call the police or something and let them arrest whoever's behind this. Maybe.", Quinn would explain naively, hoping that it could be so simple.
Extending a hand, Quinn attempted to carry out an introduction with this woman, making one final attempt at a formal introduction or to at least learn what he should call the mysterious knight. "...Uh, not that I expect a long friendship or anything, but it'd be nice to at least have names to call each other by, right?", Quinn would blurt out after a period of silence in his ramblings and explanations, showing bluntness outwardly but having the very highest peak of anxiety on the inside.
Regardless of whether she would give up anything like a name to call her by, Quinn would insist on heading to Nakano. It was the best option, way better than sitting around, even if Nakano ended up being a trap. That is, at this point, death was preferable to the stagnancy of sitting around and wondering what this is all about without lifting a finger to find answers.
"I'll let you lead the way there. If there are any other people like you, to be honest, I dunno how long I'd last in direct confrontation. Gotta walk there, though, as I don't have any kind of transportation. Maybe on the way... you could tell me a bit more about yourself and this situation you were expecting to walk into? Like what a Master is, and all that?", Quinn looked at the knight, who he hoped was agreeable enough to accompany him to Nakano, and decided to press further by also asking her to tell him what she knows about this situation as they made their way to Nakano. All in all, a bold play for one who, at first glance, would not look so bold. In truth, a terrified and desperate gamble.
Hey, sorry for the delay! I can make a post some time tomorrow.
King Reginald took a step forward with his head held high, his chest puffed outward, radiating the dignity and grace of a man commanding the lives of all in his sight and beyond the horizon. Despite being a man in his late 30's, his hair had already lost its color; decades of overuse of magic, time and again for the sake of his people, had resulted in the eradication of his crimson locks. He looked upon his people, his vision scanning across them, looking into the eyes of those he had protected within the walls of Saint Reginald and its surrounding territories. He looked at them in silence, just for a while, as if a parent imparting a great revelation onto their children. After a moment, he would turn his head to the side to look behind him slightly. "Bring it over.", he would state in a voice that held neither concern nor apathy, a ruler possessed by the concept of neutrality. Holding out his hand, a knight would hastily trot over to His Majesty's side and produce a dagger, sheathed in a small scabbard made of a bright silver. After a moment of pause, looking at the object as if looking at an old friend, he would unsheathe it at raise it skyward while looking upon his people.
"My citizens, my friends, my knights, hear me now. Saint Reginald has fallen, but we have not! Through the brave efforts of one of our Magic Knights, we have the Azoth Dagger under our control! Using this, one of the great symbols of the unfaltering mortal spirit, we can bring the judgment of the old conceptual gods to these foul beasts! We may not remember the names of those who once created us and gave us our world, but we WILL give to these wretches who destroyed our proud city a proper judgment. We WILL slaughter them the way they so cruelly tore apart your loved ones, and they WILL, in their final moments, remember the fear of gods they had long since forgotten!"
The blade of the object known as the Azoth shone with the setting sun, giving off the heir of something otherworldly despite being a rather simple-looking weapon. In old texts, the Azoth Dagger was said to be one of the greatest feats of craftsmanship in all of Ivor. Anybody who'd studied magic or Ivorian history would know of such a creation, known to be locked away deep in Saint Reginald's royal vault where nobody but royalty or the most magically adept could ever hope to enter. It's known as a weapon that combines all elements into one blade that never dulls or rusts, and always aims true towards evil.
One by one, the Ivorians gathered around to listen would begin cheering, and the morale of the soldiers whether it be Magic Knight or regular town guard, was also raised. Even the red knight, who was already optimistic, seemed relieved with his expression softening somewhat as he stood up and away from the campfire he had conjured. He would begin moving through the crowd towards the front - towards His Majesty. Seeing this, Reginald would continue speaking after the cheering had died down.
"However, I am old beyond my years. As king I cannot take to the front lines as I once did. My mind has advanced, but as you can all see, my body is not what it once was; the consequences of a magical bloodline, you see. However, my son..."
At this, the red knight would approach forward from the crowd and kneel before Reginald, eyes closed and taking on a more resolute expression now.
"My second-born son, Prince Regis, will take this Azoth and claim victory for our glorious homeland! He will take the Magic Knights, the Saint Reginald city guard, and any adventurers or capable volunteers to reclaim Saint Reginald and prove that the initial attack of those monsters was but a fluke! For us, my citizens, victory is OURS! And tomorrow, we take back Saint Reginald both in anger of those we lost, and to keep alive those we haven't yet lost!"
King Reginald would raise his hands up high after finishing this speech and handing off the dagger to the red knight, now revealed to be the second son of Lowick's current royal family, Prince Regis. He slid the dagger onto the left side of the belt at his hip, and humbly made his exit to allow His Majesty to continue speaking as he will, watching to ensure that nobody was in immediate danger during the loud noises of revelry and relief from the people at the camp. If nobody would interrupt King Reginald or make any hostile attempts at him, he would give one final cheer of boosted morale before retiring once more to his tent for the evening. Closely afterwards, Magic Knights would follow him into the tent, with a few around the perimeter of the tent to guard.
Crowds would begin dispersing to settle into their tents for the night, with city guards going from tent to tent and conscripting able-bodied citizens and adventurers for tomorrow's grand battle. For those without tents, merchants would see the chance to seize a temporary market and offer comfortable shelter... for the right price. Lastly, Prince Regis would lean against a tree near the outskirts of the camp, overlooking the fallen Saint Reginald that had been dwindling from sight with the sun about to finally bid farewell for night to take over. He seemed on edge, and uncertain about something.
The group of knights carrying the flaming girl would split into two groups messily, squabbling among themselves in the stress of the moment. Only those closer to the scene or with better hearing would audibly hear it, close to the king's tent, with the knights bickering at a lower tone as to avoid causing panic with the civilians. Anybody who could hear them would hear the panicked arguments of knights wishing to preserve their status and gain favor with King Lowick in these treacherous times, with only one man not participating. To break up the arguments, he would step aside with the wounded girl and hand the backpack she was carrying over to the rest of the arguing knights.
The red knight would carry the barely breathing girl over to a medical tent being set up, visible frustration on his face that even in such times, many were still concerned for their titles and their own lives. He would open the flap of the medical treatment tent and disappear inside with the girl, not a single gleaming interest of gaining royal favor when the life of a comrade was at stake. Meanwhile, the other knights would rush to King Lowick's tent, backpack held, and disappear into the royal tent after displaying their identification as Magic Knights. After approval, they would enter, and many voices inside would start chattering and shouting desperately among each other before long. The Magic Knights who guarded outside, forbidding entry or even entry within ten meters of the king's tent without identifying oneself as a Magic Knight, would appear visibly perturbed and concerned by what they were hearing from inside.
After a bit of help from some rather strong and capable individuals, merchants would finally begin selling and trading. Currency might not be so important before long, so it was up to them to take initiative in a game of conspiracy and manipulation with each other. Not a single drop of blood would be spilled, but it would nonetheless be a battle just as cutthroat as any war on the planet. Some were already muttering that this was the apocalypse, and hope was dwindling with each minute that passed without reassurance that everything would be okay. If one looked upon the survivors around them, they would find that the meager population here was nowhere near what Saint Reginald proudly held as its daily residents. Upon a quick estimation, there were likely no more than two hundred people that survived the capital city's destruction.
After a while, the red knight would make his way out of the medical tent and wipe sweat from his brow, a look of relief across his face even with the grim situation. He'd look towards the royal tent for a moment with a sharpened glare, and then look away after shaking his head in disappointment. One look at him could tell he was decently ranked in the Magic Knights - at the highest ranks, one could request personal enchanted armor rather than following the regular dress code of the Magic Knights' uniform. He walked with a confident gait towards one of the many campfires being ignited, seeing that it was dying, and raised his palm out towards it from a few feet away. Concentrating. After another moment, a small puff of fire came out after some clearly strenuous effort on his part, clearly having put in work to get such a minor spark to blast out. Regardless, it was enough to ignite the flames once again, and the campfire burned the strongest of any that was set up at that moment.
The man would then sit down cross-legged next to the campfire, and follow its dancing embers. A few people gathered around as well, seemingly comforted by the presence of a Magic Knight near them rather than guarding the king. He'd pull a package of dry meat out of one of his pockets while conversing with the various citizens.
Elsewhere, one could take note of the royal tent and see that, with Magic Knights funneling out one by one and staying in formation once outside, some kind of major announcement was about to be made. His Highness, King Reginald Lowick XI, started to make his way out of the tent with his head held high. He would give the camp a few minutes to settle down, giving even the peasants their time to calm their heartbeats in the presence of such a glorious king that was also so close to them now. Being a king of good heart and stalwart leadership, he would even allow the commoners and the rabble to finish their conversations before continuing, waiting for all to be silent like the considerate ruler he was.
The red knight would carry the barely breathing girl over to a medical tent being set up, visible frustration on his face that even in such times, many were still concerned for their titles and their own lives. He would open the flap of the medical treatment tent and disappear inside with the girl, not a single gleaming interest of gaining royal favor when the life of a comrade was at stake. Meanwhile, the other knights would rush to King Lowick's tent, backpack held, and disappear into the royal tent after displaying their identification as Magic Knights. After approval, they would enter, and many voices inside would start chattering and shouting desperately among each other before long. The Magic Knights who guarded outside, forbidding entry or even entry within ten meters of the king's tent without identifying oneself as a Magic Knight, would appear visibly perturbed and concerned by what they were hearing from inside.
After a bit of help from some rather strong and capable individuals, merchants would finally begin selling and trading. Currency might not be so important before long, so it was up to them to take initiative in a game of conspiracy and manipulation with each other. Not a single drop of blood would be spilled, but it would nonetheless be a battle just as cutthroat as any war on the planet. Some were already muttering that this was the apocalypse, and hope was dwindling with each minute that passed without reassurance that everything would be okay. If one looked upon the survivors around them, they would find that the meager population here was nowhere near what Saint Reginald proudly held as its daily residents. Upon a quick estimation, there were likely no more than two hundred people that survived the capital city's destruction.
After a while, the red knight would make his way out of the medical tent and wipe sweat from his brow, a look of relief across his face even with the grim situation. He'd look towards the royal tent for a moment with a sharpened glare, and then look away after shaking his head in disappointment. One look at him could tell he was decently ranked in the Magic Knights - at the highest ranks, one could request personal enchanted armor rather than following the regular dress code of the Magic Knights' uniform. He walked with a confident gait towards one of the many campfires being ignited, seeing that it was dying, and raised his palm out towards it from a few feet away. Concentrating. After another moment, a small puff of fire came out after some clearly strenuous effort on his part, clearly having put in work to get such a minor spark to blast out. Regardless, it was enough to ignite the flames once again, and the campfire burned the strongest of any that was set up at that moment.
The man would then sit down cross-legged next to the campfire, and follow its dancing embers. A few people gathered around as well, seemingly comforted by the presence of a Magic Knight near them rather than guarding the king. He'd pull a package of dry meat out of one of his pockets while conversing with the various citizens.
Elsewhere, one could take note of the royal tent and see that, with Magic Knights funneling out one by one and staying in formation once outside, some kind of major announcement was about to be made. His Highness, King Reginald Lowick XI, started to make his way out of the tent with his head held high. He would give the camp a few minutes to settle down, giving even the peasants their time to calm their heartbeats in the presence of such a glorious king that was also so close to them now. Being a king of good heart and stalwart leadership, he would even allow the commoners and the rabble to finish their conversations before continuing, waiting for all to be silent like the considerate ruler he was.
@VitaVitaAR
For Quinn, life had gone from zero to... well, a really, really huge number, in a very short span of time. He'd just grown accustomed to living by himself, and all of a sudden he had been met with an unexpected roommate. Before him in his lonely little apartment suite in the middle of the night, randomly one late evening that stretched from one of the PM to one of the AM variety, he was suddenly in the presence of a stunning blonde. Well... not to be creepy, or anything, of course. More like, Mr. Corkhill couldn't help but be absolutely flabbergasted. Had he developed some kind of superpower to summon women into his house? What kind of magecraft was that? No, no, no, no, no. She was wearing armor and had the look of somebody who'd kill him instantly if he said the wrong thing. This was a very serious situation, and his own stupid dude brain didn't have time to work when there were so many other things that he needed to ask.
"Hey, hey, hey. Uh. Hey. What, uh. What're you doing in my room? Wrong suite number?", Quinn would finally speak aloud after a few seconds of being stunned silent and with a million thoughts rushing through his head and a stinging pain on his hand; the result, of course, could be nothing else but a veritable word salad.
If the lady knight wouldn't immediately seek to chop off his head, Quinn would look down and raise up the back of his hand, with a red tattoo in the shape of a circle split into three fragments and a small spiked triangle branching outward from each one, appearing and being seen freely for both him and the woman before him to see. "Ah. Ah, I see. Yep, totally makes sense. Must've gotten this from a... from someone. Somewhere. Yeah, for sure."
Quinn just stared up blankly at the knight woman and, in the background, noises were emitting from his television. Moments prior he had been playing video games as normal for this hour of the night, and by forgetting to pause in the confusion and panic, some random enemy in the game had walked up and killed his character. Typical. Maybe that was revenge for any time he'd made fun of someone older for telling him to "just pause it". That wasn't important, though. Not anymore.
Assuming she didn't kill him then and there, they would get to know about each other as time passed. Quinn would do his best not to piss off this lady knight, and was at the complete mercy of her whims on whether or not she would tell him of her existence and reason for randomly appearing before him. Despite being a mage, he wasn't a very well-versed or ambitious one and had abandoned conventional methods. Moreover, he had no knowledge of whatever this entire event was or why it existed; a complete newbie in every sense of the word, a greenhorn, and a slacker. Despite this, a familiar in the form of a crow would eventually find its way to the fifth floor of the apartment Quinn resided in, pecking at his bedroom window until he yielded to the annoying thing, delivering him a message with locations.
"Hmmm... well, Nakano's closer, and it's a pretty cool place. You've never been there, huh? Let's get out there and see what this is about, 'kay?", Quinn would say to the lady knight after reading the message of what could very obviously be some kind of death trap, hoping she would agree.
Quinn Corkhill
For Quinn, life had gone from zero to... well, a really, really huge number, in a very short span of time. He'd just grown accustomed to living by himself, and all of a sudden he had been met with an unexpected roommate. Before him in his lonely little apartment suite in the middle of the night, randomly one late evening that stretched from one of the PM to one of the AM variety, he was suddenly in the presence of a stunning blonde. Well... not to be creepy, or anything, of course. More like, Mr. Corkhill couldn't help but be absolutely flabbergasted. Had he developed some kind of superpower to summon women into his house? What kind of magecraft was that? No, no, no, no, no. She was wearing armor and had the look of somebody who'd kill him instantly if he said the wrong thing. This was a very serious situation, and his own stupid dude brain didn't have time to work when there were so many other things that he needed to ask.
"Hey, hey, hey. Uh. Hey. What, uh. What're you doing in my room? Wrong suite number?", Quinn would finally speak aloud after a few seconds of being stunned silent and with a million thoughts rushing through his head and a stinging pain on his hand; the result, of course, could be nothing else but a veritable word salad.
If the lady knight wouldn't immediately seek to chop off his head, Quinn would look down and raise up the back of his hand, with a red tattoo in the shape of a circle split into three fragments and a small spiked triangle branching outward from each one, appearing and being seen freely for both him and the woman before him to see. "Ah. Ah, I see. Yep, totally makes sense. Must've gotten this from a... from someone. Somewhere. Yeah, for sure."
Quinn just stared up blankly at the knight woman and, in the background, noises were emitting from his television. Moments prior he had been playing video games as normal for this hour of the night, and by forgetting to pause in the confusion and panic, some random enemy in the game had walked up and killed his character. Typical. Maybe that was revenge for any time he'd made fun of someone older for telling him to "just pause it". That wasn't important, though. Not anymore.
Assuming she didn't kill him then and there, they would get to know about each other as time passed. Quinn would do his best not to piss off this lady knight, and was at the complete mercy of her whims on whether or not she would tell him of her existence and reason for randomly appearing before him. Despite being a mage, he wasn't a very well-versed or ambitious one and had abandoned conventional methods. Moreover, he had no knowledge of whatever this entire event was or why it existed; a complete newbie in every sense of the word, a greenhorn, and a slacker. Despite this, a familiar in the form of a crow would eventually find its way to the fifth floor of the apartment Quinn resided in, pecking at his bedroom window until he yielded to the annoying thing, delivering him a message with locations.
"Hmmm... well, Nakano's closer, and it's a pretty cool place. You've never been there, huh? Let's get out there and see what this is about, 'kay?", Quinn would say to the lady knight after reading the message of what could very obviously be some kind of death trap, hoping she would agree.
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