Laughing to the Night [Private]

[Yoloswag420]

how boring is that?

Notice there is no longer a coffin

Yoloswag420 made his way through the town, his black and white stripped hair spiked up to suit his needs. His steps were confident, brisk, and without much measure of backing down should someone step in front of him. The male's pair of differently coloured eyes gazed about, as if trying to find something or someone in which to amuse himself with. The scarf he held, a shade of purple he cared not to name, was writhing. But the male didn't seem concerned as his brisk walk was stopped in front of the sparkling fountain. He stared at it a few moments, before throwing up one bandaged hand, and moving away from the scene. He cared not for the petty squabble that had begun to form, and thus continued his trek into the town, forgoing the right to participate with others.

And slowly, his steps brought him to the market. Indeed, he could see many, many stalls and many fragrances and flavours snuck themselves into his nose. Ignoring those as well, he continued his single minded march, not noting that it was falling into the mid afternoon. He was only reminded of such when his stomach rumbled with the needs of hunger, his body demanding to be fed. Of course, he would have ignored it, if not for the writing in his scarf now being accompanied with similar small tummy rumblings, as his companions demanded food along with him. ''I see.. our magnificence cannot be left unfed, as I thought.'' the man said to himself, very much aloud.

''Well then! On a quest to obtain some sort of sustenance, I believe, is in order! Come my Quartet of Divine Drinks! I will feed your bodies with nutritious food and revitalize your powers with the prayers of good drink! Hahahahahaha!'' the male declared, loudly, and boisterously, laughing at the end much like a dramatic villain. The male flicked his scarf behind him, and marched on up to a stand. ''Person! I demand food in quantities for me and my Quartet, with rewards for you at the end!'' he demanded of a shop keeper. The People of the Land just looked at him weird, and then shook his head. ''Bah! Folly of me to expect services from a non-scarved being!'' the player scoffed, before moving on to the next stand.

Rince, wash, repeat, and at the end of the small spree, moving on to almost late afternoon, the male still didn't have any food. Sitting himself at a bench, he crossed his fingers together, as he was thinking. ''This is.. inconceivable, I cannot seem to find any sort of person that would wish to sell their wares.. how.. destructively barren!'' he declared, lacking the energy to even jump up. The male's eyes closed, and feeling a ruffle, he would feel warmth leave him. It was a lot of warmth, and he knew immediately who it was. ''Have.. even the Quartet forsaken me! Oh woe.. incapable of feeding you.. please feed off my carcass, of these useless bones!'' the male dramatically declared, lifting up a sleeve. However, his gaze found the wandering Ethanol, that was hurrying towards a figure in the distance. ''Ethanol! I beckon you to come hither! Feed off my useless flesh, companion of mine!'' he called out, reaching for the hamster.

Well hopefully, before it crawled up someone's leg or something.

[/b] Endrin Haneroze
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•Music; Mrs Pumpkin's Comical Dream :: Vocaloid [Neibaku cover]
•Notes; I.. have fun with this guys. XD [#6b4a94]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[Haneroze]

(Legend: Actions  / "Haneroze's thoughts" / -Speech)



"That will be enough for today. I'm starting to get the hang of fighting with a staff and spells."

Haneroze headed back to London. On her way back, she opened her menu to see the amount of gold she had.

"I think this will be enough for buying new stuff. I should look if anyone's selling items for writing. And eat something at the same time... Thought I'm not eager to eating that tasteless food... Maybe I should try buying from an Adventurer instead of a person of the Land."


She arrived at the market. She could tell there was more stands than before. A few Adventurers were already trying to start selling items. Haneroze guessed that a few were too scared to fight and had to live off merchanding.

She walked around, looking for merchandise of interest. Low quality weapons and armor, tasteless food, materials of all kind... She saw varied subclass tools on one of the stands. She approached it to see there was basic Scribe tools: feather, ink and paper.

-Welcome!

Of course, it's a person of the Land that sells beginner tools. Haneroze saluted with a bow, then pointed the ink and feather.

-Scribe tools, eh? Do you want paper with them?
Haneroze looked at the sheets, showing hesitation with her hand. "I'd like a notepad or something... But in the case there is no such thing being sold..." She noded and showed 3 with her hand.
-Aye, that will be 26 Gold!

Haneroze picked gold from her bag, counted them to keep the right amount, and offered them to the seller. After he picked the gold, she picked the items she bought, placed them in her bag, bowed to the man and walked away. -Pleasure to be dealing with you!

She continued looking the stands, in search of anything that looked like a notepad or a book. She did see a few adventurers selling food, and there was a smell in the air which tasteless food does not have. However, nothing that really stood out, apparently only simple meals could be baked.

Suddenly, something gripped onto her left feet. She immediately stopped walking, startled by what felt like an animal. "W-what's there?" She lifted her dress and moved her left leg forward to see a hamster crawling up her leg. She crouched to pick it up.

"I wonder what he is doi-"

As Haneroze picked it up, she heard a man calling for an Ethanol. She stood back up and looked curiously toward the Dwarf approaching her. "Did he say to feed off his flesh? No, I didn't mishear, he really did say that..." She looked at the Hamster. "That little critter would be Ethanol?" She looked back at the Dwarf. "Then he must be an Animal Tamer".

As the man got close, she tended the hamster toward him.

[Endrin]

It was getting late out, but for Endrin it had been a productive evening. He had managed to do some trading with a few trinkets that he had made as well as some excess mana fragments. A fairly easy thing for him to conjure up. He had even managed to snag a few good deals on it as well. Not so far as ripping someone off, he'd never agree to a deal that he did not feel was fair. But he realized that while it did not take a lot of effort for him to make it he had a unique skill that allowed him to do so. Thus it made them a commodity, and the market was still so new that a value for them had no cemented. So he offered what he thought was fair, but he did make sure to avoid the trap of just doing it for free because it was easy. While it would be a nice gesture he had to think economically. He had a guild to manage now that that included finances.

After his trading it had been a fun few hours of managing his own personal finances. Keep track of his expenses compared to what he was earning on a daily basis and figuring out his average income per month. He even did the math on the interest he was making in his bank. Compound interest of course. Since they were living in the world guild housing was an even bigger issue on his mind. He didn't intend to live in an inn room forever, and now he had other people to tend to and watch over. He was responsible for them. At least in some fashion, though they all seemed to be adults.

He mulled such things over in his head as he walked through the town. Munching on a homemade bag of potato chips that Rosethorn had made him. She was a sweet girl, so caring and nurturing and insistent that she pay him back for their first meeting. The chips didn't taste like he remembered packaged chips tasting, but they were good. Especially when compared next to the stuff that was still sold most places. This actually had a real crunch to it, it was tasty and perfectly salted.

So lost in his own little world he passed the world by like it was nothing but a blur until the passion of youth reached his ears. His eyes moving to the scarfed man who was calling out to someone to eat his flesh. An impassioned cry of despair if he ever heard it. But what ailed the man he could not say. And with his weapons and armor back in his inn room he could only hope that it was not combat related. For he would be far less useful to him should it turn into a matter that could only be settled with fisticuffs. Though he would not be completely worthless at least.

"Want one?"

Endrin offered, holding out the bag to the young man as he sat down next to him on the bench. A warm smile on his face with a slight tilt of his head. His garb was simple, leather trousers and a simple woolen shirt. Still sticking to a more conservative dress for the time being. Though he was contemplating on updating his style to go with his title of guild leader. Appearances and such. But for now he was satisfied with pure comfort. Or as much as one could find in this world.

"They're pretty good." He assured him, keeping the bag pointed to him unless he declined his polite offer.

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