Another Day in Londenium [Open]

[Trill]

After getting his introduction from Dale, he mentioned that he was heading off with a group to another city to see if he could learn more about the phenomenon that had all of the people stuck in this world that had logged in after the expansion release but before what was called the ‘Apocalypse’ happened. Trill knew that it was a reference to the end of the world, but he didn’t see that it was the worst possible thing that could have happened. There were quite a few things that could have been quite a bit worse; sitting through one more lecture from the history professor was one of them. At the end of his first one he thought he was going to die, and at least he didn’t have to worry about homework anymore, at least until, or if, he returned to the real world.

Now, he was sitting on the edge of the fountain at the center of the square again, eating the tasteless food that was commonly provided on the cheap side of the food fare. There was not very much that he could do about that, as he had not particular cooking skill and the food that was ‘real’ or realer than what he was eating at the moment was quite a bit more expensive for quite a bit less. He thought about maybe grabbing an orange or something that did have taste a bit later, but this would have to do for now since his budget was relatively low.

As he ate, he watched around the square, trying to see if there was anyone what would catch his eye. He didn’t think that he stood out nearly as much as some of the people in more flamboyant clothing, especially those of the assassin or swashbuckler professions, and a lot of people were wearing the robes that everyone started with, either as hand me downs or the only thing they could afford as they were in the same situation as himself.

( WC: 335 )

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: When the Bell Tolls, It's Lunch Time A breeze blew through the market square. The Guardian situated at one of the eating stalls adjusted his Comfy Jacket, rolling up his sleeves to enjoy the moving current's full effect. He pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, almost nodding off as he waited for his food to be prepared. Oxford had just handed over the meager amount of gold to a noodle shop attendant as the familiar gong gong of Big Ben rang out. Snapping apart a set of the wooden chopsticks and uttering a quick "Itadakimasu", the Guardian dived into his meal. You would think he was getting into a fight with those noodles, daring the spicy strings of flour to be longer as he slurped them down. He didn't reach for his glass of water until the food had been conquered. The fight against the noodles spiciness was a sort of "Man's Challenge" him and his younger brothers had come up with back in the real world. If you couldn't finish the noodles before getting a glass of water (or whatever beverage you prefer), then you weren't a real man. Rising from his stool at the noodle stand, the Guardian patted his stomach, content with meal, but was now ready to actually have some lunch. "I think the halflings from those fantasy novels were on to something with that 'second breakfast' thing." He stopped by a stall that he visited many times before, the wonderfully named "Chicken Chop Shop", a purveyor of all different kinds of cooked chicken meals. Fried chicken, chicken sandwiches, chicken nuggets, you name it. Whatever kind of meal you could think of that was poultry-related, they had it. The smells of the different varieties being cooked lured Oxford into the establishment's gold-receiving hands. "Hello again, Oxford. Your usual?" "You bet." You know you've been visiting a restaurant more than once in awhile when the attendants know you by name and know your order before you even place it. He held a spicy chicken sandwich in one hand, a plain apple juice drink in the other. The stall didn't have stools to sit at like the noodle shop, so he found himself wandering the streets, trying to find an empty spot to burden with his rear. Figuring that the square would have more empty spots, Oxford made his way to the circular plaza in the center of Londenium. Unfortunately, some sort of gathering was going on, some players wearing gaudy outfits that were fit to melt your eyeballs out of their sockets if you stared at them for too long. A lot of people were scattered about the square, taking up a lot of the empty seats and the prime locations to enjoy one's lunch. Normally, he would've turn around and find an area not so choked up with people, but it was too late. The swarm had engulfed him, blocking the exit before he could get out of there. Beginning to feel a little claustrophobic with all these people, Oxford quickly scanned the area, hoping to find a least a small clearing to enjoy his meal. (Ah! There! At the fountain! Dibs, totally calling dibs.) He quickly claimed the empty spot, sitting himself down not to far from a white-haired young man, munching on his meal half-heartedly. He felt sorry for him, remembering his days of having to survive on that nastly mush that had the nerve to call itself 'food.' "Hey, this'll probably taste a lot better than that mush-flavored mush you're munching on." He handed him one of his chicken sandwiches. (Sure, I only have two left now, but second breakfast and lunch should hold me over until dinner. Good thing it's only an hour from now.) Words: 621 OOC Notes: -- Tags: Trill

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A black-haired girl with blue eyes whose choice of customization seemed to lean towards the Eastern side of the spectrum, despite playing on a Western server, walked through the streets of Londenium that day. She wore her tailored outfit Zankapfel: a black serafuku with crimson accents, notably the cuffs and ribbon, with thigh-highs and baby doll shoes. She looked somewhat like a schoolgirl, an odd choice perhaps for someone in a fantasy world where schools either did not exist or were too pointless to be noticed. Having no intention to go out and fight that day, all of her weapons were stored away.

Caerbannog eventually found herself near a fountain where most of the new players gathered. Well, no one was actually ‘new’ since they were all pulled into Elder Tale at the same time. But some people were caught in a mysterious lag, were in a comma or simply had not accepted their new reality until that day. It was difficult for her, someone who did not talk so much, to go out and meet people. Landers usually pulled her aside to give her random quests for she had never turned them down. But that day, the landers seemed to be forgiving and so the samurai could walk around without much worry.

At the fountain, she found someone who stood out somewhat. Caerbannog was unsure if that adventurer was eating the horrible system-cooked food, which she’d seen on the stalls along the way there, by choice or by circumstance. She pitied him quite a bit for having to put up with the taste of what she could only describe as soggy rice crackers. The samurai took out a drink from her inventory, a glass bottle of grape mogu-mogu brewed by the monk Elkeid, and then she walked over to the lavender-eyed adventurer’s side. She held up the drink for him to take. Unlike the generic things that landers usually sold, grape mogu-mogu actually tasted like grape juice and its jelly component had a nice soft and chewy texture.

A chicken sandwich then appeared out of nowhere along with a familiar voice. Caerbannog stepped a little to the front to get a clear view of what was on the adventurer’s other side, and what’d ya know? Oxford! She waved at the guardian with her free hand and flashed a fairly natural smile, unlike her usual forced ones. Now the white-haired one had a sandwich AND a drink... and two other introverts to... be silent with?

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Word Count: 410
Tags: @dindeen Trill @0x1dea

[Trill]

Trill was enjoying his meal, well, not quite enjoying, as it didn’t have much more taste than soggy crackers, without the salt. So he was effectively choking down the nearly tasteless food before being approached by two adventurers, one male, one female. He could tell from the symbols not too far away from them, his Pathfinder ability always being active, that they were both quite a bit stronger than himself. And, as luck would have it, they both offered him food. Along with the male’s comment about tasting better, he mumbled and put away what seemed like a block of tofu (and tasted about the same).

The male, apparently a Guardian by the name of Oxford by his status bar, sat next to him as he was handed a chicken sandwich. He was plenty used to chicken, as he’d had it quite often in his dorms. Though the approach of the female, a samurai with a level quite higher than his own, and possibly higher than most of the active people in the square, offered a bottle of something purple. This was just his lucky day then, it seemed.

He nodded and mumbled a thank you to both of them, somewhat shy that people that he didn’t even know were coming over to help me out of his ‘tasteless food’ problem. The one person he did know was out getting stronger on his own, leaving the weak lowbie behind to fend on his own. It’s not like he would have been of much use to him anyway, but it would have been nice if he stuck around and helped him learn more about what he was supposed to be doing here.
After a moment, he unwrapped the chicken sandwich and sniffed at it. It smelled good, fresh chicken, some spices which he didn’t recognize, but he wasn’t one of those people that did much as far as eating spicy foods. He was British, spicy didn’t come naturally, even if he was heavily Asian too, where spices did quite easily merge together and give them a rather good tolerance to them.

He took a bite of the sandwich, holding it with one hand as he held the bottle of purple drink in the other, curious as to what it was. Though he wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out as the sandwich wasn’t exactly huge, just enough to hold someone’s hunger at bay for a few hours. He chewed for a moment and enjoyed the taste, the spice barely having time to have any effect at all before he hungrily chomped down the rest of the sandwich. His cheeks bulged as he chewed and made ‘omnomnom’ noises, then swallowed little by little. The spice hardly had time to effect him at all before he took a swig from the bottle, blinking to realize that it was grape, and a bit thicker than what he would have expected from a drink. Not quite soda, but the taste was close enough.

(WC: 500)

Tags: @0x1dea @dindeen Trill

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: Free Lunch but No Show Ox was surprised to see that the familiar face of the Wolf-Hair Samurai had suddenly appeared, offering a grape-flavored jelly beverage to the white-haired and spoiling Oxford's plans of seeing how the Enchanter would've reacted to the spicy sandwich. (Oh well, there's more victims out there somewhere...) The Guardian reached into his bag, pulling out a bottle of hot sauce he picked up from somewhere, and gave each of his sandwiches a large dallop of the stuff. Then, without further ado, Oxford began to wolf down on the sandwiches, only taking a minute to breathe after he'd already finished the first one. The second one went down with the same amount of gusto. He let out a sigh of content as he leaned back and patted his belly. Oxford grabbed the apple juice bottle he had also purchased, taking a big swig of it before turning back to the Enchanter. "Is this all a first for you? Tasting real food?" He remembered when the real food preparation system was discovered, Oxford nearly crying as he sunk his teeth into food that actually tasted like it should. He'd promptly bought all the food he had enough gold for, devouring it all in one sitting. In retrospect, that was a terrible idea, because his metabolism had somehow doubled when entering the game. Once all that food was gone, he didn't have enough money to go buy seconds. The memory of a enduring a long, hunger-filled night helped him savor the meal even more. He turned to Caer, returning her smile and wave from when she first approached, wondering what sort of business brought her this way. "So what've you been up to, Blues? Fighting a bunch of stuff again, or doing more cooking stuff this time?" With this girl, you'd never know what you'd get. The last time they did anything together, it involved slimes, a crying Wolf-Hair, and a exchange of hugs. The time before that involved punching. Deciding that he should try to move the awkward silence out of the way, he held out his hand towards the Enchanter. "Name's Oxford. What brings you to this part of Londenium?" Words: 359 OOC Notes: -- Tags: Trill @dindeen

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It was a pretty good day to just hang out at the square, so Caerbannog sat down beside the enchanter, apparently named Trill, as he focused on what could have been the first tasteful food items that he’s had for a while ever since the Catastrophe. A chat would have been nice too, but Oxford had that covered. Even though Glasses-kun usually had his nose down between the pages of his notes, he was rather good at breaking the ice and could hold decent conversations. Very much unlike the samurai who usually stared off into the distance while wondering what she’d have to say next.

To get things going though, Caerbannog mustered up as much willpower and effort that she could give to answer the guardian’s question. It was a topic relevant to the three of them after all, what with Elder Tale basically still an MMORPG at its core. Perhaps Trill could learn something of importance if the samurai chatted away. Avoid too much talking though, since that would stress the girl out. Not to mention that the more she spoke, the more likely she’d sound rude or just plain stupid.

“ Did a bit of everything, “ was her short answer; a momentary silence followed, then Caerbannog continued, “ Killed things then cooked them. “

Wait. That didn't sound right... but it was true, so it should be fine, right? Somewhere along the convoluted timeline of liquid threads, the samurai went out into the Greatwoods and killed some boars. Again. Some of them actually dropped some pork items and so she was able to cook them for some landers. That earned her a bit of gold, but that was besides the point. Oxford introduced himself to Trill, so the samurai figured that she’d do the same. After all, a lot of people still could not pronounce her in-game name.

“ Ker-ban-nog, “ she said, and that ‘ker’ sounds like ‘care’ as in ‘Care Bears’, mind you.

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Word Count: 325
Tags: @dindeen Trill @0x1dea

[Trill]

Trill nodded faintly to both Caerbannog and Oxford as they introduced themselves and took another swig from the bottle that Caerbannog had given him. It did have a unique texture to it and a pleasant taste. He was glad to have something that tasted half decent instead of being left with tasteless mush and water. It could sustain you for extended periods of time and had the necessary nutrients, but it wasn’t something that you wanted to live on for an extended period of time.

“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you. Quite kind of you to offer such to someone that you don’t know, though it would be respectful of me to at least attempt to repay you in kind if not in some other form.” Trill said, looking between the two on either side of him. He really didn’t have the ability to look at them both at the same time without standing up and turning around, but he didn’t want to get up and do so at this point in time.

“My name is Trill, at least on here. And as far as being here in this part of Londenium, why not? It seems to be one of the most bustling areas and has the highest chance of getting something decent done or finding a group of adventurers that are as new as myself.” Trill continued, before looking down at his hands. “I’m not all that experienced as of yet, but I’d like to learn more.”

It was something, at least, that he had someone teach him the very basics of combat when he had just started here, but his class wasn’t suitable for solo play and he hadn’t had a lot of experience with grouping with other new players or experienced players. It was something at least to put the effort into finding a group, but most people wanted at least someone who knew more than one spell to support them. He didn’t want to be a burden on someone or a group of people as a starting class, and he was questioning his choice on starting spells being one that held the enemy in place instead of attacking.

“So,” He started, “What can I do to help you today? I’m a still bit of a novice as an Alchemist, having only created a few Mana Fragments. Though I do have some ideas for making use of the publicly posted creations.”

( WC: 406 )

Tags: Trill @dindeen @0x1dea

[Angel]

Perhaps Angel shouldn’t have killed the two adventurers in the forest; perhaps he should have been paying attention to whether they were a group or not. If he had done this he might not have been in such a predicament. Angel’s eyes darted left to right as he heard familiar shouting come from behind. Had they really been following him so hard? The Elf ran even faster now, and ended up coming into the center of the town. Angel’s mind went straight into ‘blend’ mode as he looked around seeing several groups of adventurers just sitting idly by, chatting their heads off. Sadly, almost none of them looked welcoming except for a single trio sitting on the fountain. He watched as the two next to the white-haired man gave him food, then decided that he would blend in with them. Turning around to see the two bolt out from the alley was just the spark he needed to get moving.

As Angel ran over to the three, he ruffled the front of his hair so it fell across his face, hiding parts of his face behind his hair and then practically leaped and landed on the fountain, deftly pulling out a cracker to nibble on as he attempted to blend in with the small group. If any of the other adventurers looked at him he would reply in a very feminine voice. “Pretend I’ve always been here. Please,” before darting his eyes back to see the tall Human Guardian and short Fox-tail Druid break through the crowd.

If anyone in the group listened, they could hear the two arguing with each other about which one let the ‘kill stealer’ get away. The two Adventurers looked extremely out of place as they had just about tired themselves out chasing Angel, and looked as though they were going to find a place to sit down and rest or have a meal.

“Damnit... why can’t they just go away.”

Words: 326
Voice Key: Masculine | Feminine
Extra: For the thread, just pretend like he is a she unless you figure it to be obvious.
Tags: Trill, @0x1dea, @dindeen

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: Are You a Boy or a Girl? Oxford had been wanting to ask the white-haired Enchanter (now learning his name to be Trill) about how his research was going, but then the unexpected happened. A person who's gender couldn't be discerned through normal observation had suddenly pounced on the empty spot next to Oxford, pulling out a cracker to nibble on. If this was the adventurer's attempt to look casual, then whoever it was looking for this person must be blinder than a two-eyepatched pirate. The flow of the conversation broken, Oxford just turned and stared at this peculiar individual, trying to determine as to why the sudden need for blending in was so important to this Elder Tales player. The stare wasn't meant to be rude or to mental undress the person receiving the stare (shame on you). It was just Oxford's habit of assessing someone, something he'd always done back in the real world. Most people found it weird and uncomfortable, but Oxford didn't do it to scare people. Just to sate his boundless curiosity. "Ummm...are you needing help with something?" The longer he stared, the harder it was to discern as to what gender this person clung to. He/she/it possessed the feminine characteristices of a girl, but the chest seemed a little too...flat. Flatter than the side of a wall. Knowing he could have been proven wrong, Ox decided to go with the thought that the person was a girl. But yet, the familiar over-used quote of a squid-like general popped into his head as he continued to stare. He heard a couple adventurers arguing about something in the distance, seemingly looking everywhere but right in front of them. But let's face it, it's hard to concentrate on one person when everyone was so flamboyantly dressed as they were today, for some unknown reason. He then turned to the Enchanter and Samurai, looking to see how they reacted to this odd sudden turn of events. Oxford heard 'her' curse under 'her' breath, wishing that they would go away. Why? Did the person swipe something off of them? Jumped in and stole a kill? Took too much gold at the end of a quest? Killed someone? The last thought reminded the Guardian that PKers still existed in this world, he turned back to stare at the, ahem, 'girl' that sat next to him, ever so casually scooting a little further away from the possible criminal. Yes, they were in a No-PVP zone, and yes, Oxford was 35 levels higher than the suspicious person, but still. 'She' gave him the heebie-jeebies. He wrapped his Comfy Jacket tighter around him, starting to feel a chill work up his spine. Words:442 OOC Notes: -- Tags: Trill @dindeen Angel

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The wolf-hair listened to Trill speak as if it was the most interesting thing in the world at that moment. Perhaps she was a bit too fixated on the enchanter that it might have seemed creepy, but really, Caerbannog was just stupefied by the amount of words that came out of Oxford and Trill. They certainly were not as chatty as her brother but they were leagues better at talking than the samurai herself. Owing to the white-haired one’s request for tutorial or something similar, she briefly did consider going out into the woods to help him out.

The arrival of a blonde lady interrupted her train of thoughts though. While she initially seemed afraid, the appearance of two people who were looking for a killstealer did not evade Caerbannog’s attention. Nobody likes killstealers, especially not killstealers themselves. Thieves hate thieves after all. She squinted at the newcomer especially when it became apparent that even Oxford was keeping his distance from the blonde. The samurai looked the stranger over. She didn’t know what to do or say that would not sound rude. Most especially with that chest.

Caerbannog ‘checked’ her own chest by looking into her serafuku, then she looked at the blonde. Was it possible for a lady to be so flat? Not to mention that voice. It did sound feminine but there was something wrong with it... like a singer trying to reach a high note and ending up with a failshitto. But to men, she guessed that it was passable for a woman’s voice. But then again, there were women in the real world who sounded like men, and men who sounded like dainty little angels. Regardless, the blonde’s presence was unexpected and so Caerbannog did her usual thing whenever she was in a small group of people.

“ Yorodesu~! “ she greeted the blondie but had nothing else to say after that, so instead she turned to Trill and said, “ Oxie-kun can tank for you. Where do you want to go? “

The samurai then pulled up her interface and took out her black yumi Notthrafn. The bow was more than half her height but the girl did not mind it. She was almost completely used to its size and appearance, much like how she’d been acquainted with her Japanese swords over time. If Trill or Oxford set out for a party in the woods, she’d stay at the rear and support them with her bow and arrows.

OOC Notes: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) - A yumi made of black wood made specifically for the samurai Caerbannog. Its bow length is sansun-zume (212cm/83in) and its arrows are no more than 85cm/33in in length. The name of the weapon "Nótthrafn" is etched along its bow. Rank 10.
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Tags: @dindeen Trill @0x1dea Angel

[Trill]

Trill HP: 100% MP: 100%

"I woke up in a dream today, found out the dream was real. If reality is a dream itself, I don't know what to feel."

Trill blinked a little bit at the sudden appearance of another girl that was attempting to appear quite inconspicuous, especially with the comment that they were to act as if she’d been here for some time. He wasn’t so sure about that, though he wasn’t going to put someone in some sort of danger if he didn’t absolutely have to. So he chose to nod and smile then go back to the previous conversation about his training.

“Yea, I’ve been out to the Savill Flower Grove and fought a few slimes with one of my friends from the ‘Real World’ but he went off to gain some levels of his own so he could do better to survive this world. Guess that doesn’t make him the best of friends, but I’d only known him for a week or so before getting pulled into here.” Trill commented, probably saying a bit too much.

He put the half-empty bottle of grape ‘juice’ into his inventory and sighed, glancing back over at the androgynous female figure that had come over and taken the seat beside him before he started talking, “Hey, I’m Trill.. Nice to meet you.”

He didn’t want to seem any sort of rude by just ignoring her, but he didn’t think he was in any position to help someone, even if they were around the same strength as himself. He just didn’t know enough to be of much help and he was a support class more than anything, anyway.

WORD COUNT: 250 words
TAGS:Trill @dindeen @0x1dea Angel
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Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.
Colors, text, and picture modified by Trill for personal use.

[Angel]

Angel couldn’t help but notice that the man he sat next to was keeping his distance. He would have thrown a remark his way, but he was immediately greeted, or so he had hoped, in another language that he didn’t speak. “Yoro...desu?” He said in a very confused tone before shooting a slight glare at the Guardian. Angel had walked over here to blend in, and what the tall guardian had been doing was counter-intuitive to his plans. Luckily for Angel, a topic was brought up that was perfect for his plan. “You three are planning to go out into the field?” Angel asked, her his voice piping up slightly as she he was no longer quiet. It was about time he joined the conversation; after all, those two were already almost done with their rest. The swashbuckler glanced back at the two, sure enough they were getting up, and before they got up their eyes had met his. He immediately turned back to them. With three subtle gestures, three information windows popped up in front of the ‘female’ swashbucklers face, before being quickly closed. “Trill, huh? Nice to meet you. You can call me Angel.” The elf did a quick stretch and used this stretch to glance at the group of two adventurers that were quite literally out for blood.

“Oh no, they are coming!” Angel muttered in a panic. “Please take me with you. Please!” Later, Angel would have to kick himself. Asking for help from three strangers was totally unlike him. “I don’t know what they want from me, but please stop them. I promise I can help.” He scooted closer to Oxford, followed by another small plea, this time instead of directed at the three, directed right at the large guardian. He looked the most intimidating, so he had hoped that the tall man would tell those that wished Angel harm to bugger off. Once more Angel made a mental note that he was going to punish himself because of this scenario, also noting down who is friendly and who isn’t, and if he was sold out then he certainly knew who to go after when he caught up in levels.

Depending on whether or not the trio decided to give up Angel was up to them. It wouldn’t take long for the two Adventurers to walk over and grab Angel’s shoulder, turning the elf to look them dead in the eye. “Yeah, that’s ‘em alright.” The tall, six foot four inches man looked at Oxford. “Is this elf with you?” The moment the human had asked Oxford, Angel forced out a teeny whimper.

A brief description of the two NPC Adventurers that were obviously threatening Angel is probably required. The human guardian is 1.9 meters tall, is level four, and has a very, very masculine face that is currently crinkled into an extremely angry scowl, very reminiscent of a certain druid. The Fox-tail druid however, was very short, shorter than Caerbannog even, standing at about 1.4 meters tall. She was level 1, and the moment she saw Angel’s face she cowered behind the much taller guardian. If one looked, she was relatively angry too. There was no telling what these two would do to Angel if they got their hands on him.

Words: 550
Voice Key: Masculine | Feminine | Male NPC | Female NPC
Extra: Take me with you~ Angel promises to be nice. If anyone has any gripes with the post, lemme know and I'll change what you don't like. 
Tags: Trill, @dindeen, @0x1dea

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: Beefcake and Meatbun The person of indeterminable gender was practically throwing 'herself' (let's just go with the female form for simplicity's sake) at the Guardian, causing Oxford to scoot away a little more. He figured he'd get some answers from her persuers, the burlier one grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her around to face him. The mountain of man now turned to Oxford, asking him if the Elf was with him. Whether the guy had a bone to pick with her, or was trying to impress the female Fox-Tail druid accompanying him, the man had managed to rub Oxford the wrong way. He laughed at this empty threat, dusting the crumbs off his hands before standing, placing them in the pockets of his jacket as he stared directly at the accuser. People who used their height to bully and intimidate people made Oxford want to puke, the haughtiness coming from this level 1 adventurer making him want to smack him across the square. But that would call in the guards, so he took a deep breath to clear his head, and then laughed at the beefcake's empty threat. He dusted the crumbs remaining from his lunch off his hands, placing them in the pockets of his jacket as he stood up and stared the man directly in the eye. "Maybe she's with me, or maybe she's not. Either way, what's it matter to you?" He hadn't intended for this encounter to turn into a hostile, especially when the Guards in town could send them all back to the Abbey with a single swipe of their blade. But he couldn't stand the guy for some reason, the absurd masculine face of his looking extremely punchable. He didn't know what the Fox-Tail's deal was either, but if she provoked him as well, he wouldn't hesitate to put her out of comission. (Heh, the oaf is Beefcake, and the midget, let's call her Meatbun.) Oxford realized that when the man first asked the question, he'd been glaring at the taller-than-thou adventurer. Not wanting to provoke anything further, he turned his glare into the patented blank stare, as if he didn't give a single damn about the two or their problems. A little better than the glare, but it probably didn't do much in the way of lessening the ever-growing tension. Either way, he wasn't going to let these vigilantes do whatever they wanted with other players. Even if the elven Swashbuckler had wronged them somehow, it didn't give them the excuse to track down the player and make their life a living, never-ending hell. Oxford waited for Beefcake and Meatbun to respond to his question, glancing at Trill and Caer to see how they'd react to the situation as well. One, maybe even both of them might have to hold Oxford back if the other adventurers pushed too many of the Guardian's buttons. Words: 480 OOC Notes: -- Tags: Trill @dindeen Angel

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When Trill mentioned Savill Flower Grove and slimes, the samurai’s eyes widened. Those creatures of goo and slime and muck and grime and everything else that she did not like. They were like slithering swamp puddles, and the only good thing about them was that they were usually non-aggressive.

“ S-slimes... are not nice, “ she quipped, “ I don’t like them. “

Sure, Caerbannog could probably kill most kinds of slimes any day but that did not mean that she’d voluntarily take up arms against them. They were icky and her weapon always got stuck in the darn things. They were probably her third least favorite things in Elder Tale right behind cockroaches and puppets.

“ Ryu- “ she almost used her brother’s real name but the wolf-hair corrected herself, “ Kumori-niichan helped me at low level. Now I do things alone. Or with Oxford. “

Speaking of the guardian, he was playing hero for the boobless lady named Angel. Not that it was any of Caerbannog’s business. Initially, she just stayed beside Trill and watched the events unfold up until the gigantic stranger’s actions ticked her off. What exactly set alarms blaring in the samurai’s mind though? First off, the man was tall. So very tall and big. Tall and big people were scary and they could intimidate the samurai just with one look. Truth be told, the girl was intimidated at first but the way the guy manhandled Angel was NOT nice. The flat lady also seemed very scared.

The samurai walked up to the big guy and to his companion. She planted her feet firmly on the ground beside Oxford; quite a difference in height but she did not think about that anymore. The girl checked the players’ information by focusing on them. The cowering companion seemed to be either a weakling or a shy person. Oh, Level 1. Figures. The wolf-hair then skimmed over the big guy’s info. Level 4... uh... did he even stop to look at Oxford’s stats before he walked up to the guardian?

“ Hey, what’s up Mr. Level 4. Player griefing is not nice. You mind explaining what your problem is? “ Caerbannog was NOT rude after all, so she’d let him talk it out first.

The girl then mentally pulled up and controlled her interface to equip her nagamaki and swap out her Zankapfel for her ooyoroi and yukata. Instead of a diminutive schoolgirl, a vertically-challenged Level 60 samurai with an almost-Scoria glare, a big ass Japanese sword and in pitch-black and blood-red armor now stood beside Oxford. She put her hand on her saya, not quite an offensive stance yet since her right hand was not on the weapon’s hilt.

“ Or maybe let’s take a walk into the Greatwoods? “

OOC Notes: ---
Word Count: 455
Tags: @dindeen Trill @0x1dea Angel

[Trill]

Trill HP: 100% MP: 100%

"I woke up in a dream today, found out the dream was real. If reality is a dream itself, I don't know what to feel."

Trill wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do, help or harm. He wasn’t qualified level-wise to be able to stand up to any sort of threat as an Enchanter, and it was not in his best interests to try to start a fight. So he figured he would stay sitting and observe how the higher leveled people that are a good bit more experienced in this situation dealt with it.

He glanced over at Angel, who looked to be a bit frightened, though he wasn’t one of the best people to tell what someone’s character was on first meeting. Though he had somewhat felt Oxford out, that he was relatively kind and would protect someone weaker than him had he the opportunity and possibly the motive. He might have some sort of White Knight complex, swooping in to save the low-level adventurer from certain doom.

He couldn’t quite get a good read on Caerbannog, one moment she was somewhat timid and out of sorts, the next she was taking lead and ready to kick some ass. Maybe had a similar concept to what Oxford was doing.

Trill might have let them take the young lady, just so they weren’t bothering him. He didn’t have the might to stand up to them and wouldn’t want to get on one or both of the sides’ bad side.

So, he just sat back and observed for the moment, letting the more experienced people take care of the situation. He didn’t know the full story of what was going on and logic would dictate that that would be the rational action. If they did not want to let out their side of the story, that was their choice, he would not be able to force them.

There was the possibility that the young lady actually had done something to wrong them as well, but only an ensuing conversation would determine if that was the case, if the confrontation ever got that far.

“Can you deal with this quickly? I really don’t want to be grabbed up by the Guardian Program thinking I’m part of this mess. I have little enough experience as it is and don’t wish to lose any more. And I’m not about to lose it for a couple of slighted bigots.” Trill commented, trying to seem indifferent to the conversation, even if the words were a bit on the strained side.

WORD COUNT: 404
TAGS: Angel @dindeen @0x1dea Trill
OOC NOTES: Yea, not really feeling it today but needed to get a post in. Sorry if I was a bit on the repetative side.

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.
Colors, text, and picture modified by Trill for personal use.

[Angel]

Angel cooed as Oxford told the other two adventurers down, but the other Guardian kept his pose. The taller man tried to stare down Oxford, and the air practically became magnetic with tensions. Then before he knew it, Caerbannog walked over. This rather surprised Angel, as the Samurai appeared to be shorter than he expected; much shorter. She was so short, that Angel himself would have stood taller than her. And then she threatened the man.

“I... uhh... erm...” The Guardian stammered out, having checked the Samurai’s level. His composure had practically shattered, and he was no longer glaring, but instead was blushing and acting strange. The Fox-tail behind him glared at him then glared at Caerbannog. As the level 4 newbie caught his companions glare, he immediately decided that if he wanted to live, he needed to let Angel go this one time. “A trip to the woods won’t be needed.” He sighed before shooting a glare at Angel. “We’ll get you another time.” Almost as fast as he showed up, he walked off. “Come, Yan. Time for us to leave.” The level 4 adventurer practically pulled the Fox-tail with him, and she cooed as they left.

“Kay Xin!”

Angel sighed with relief as the two left, even though he knew he wasn’t safe yet. However he would not act until the two were far out of sight. “Thank you, for not giving me to them.” He stood up and did the most feminine bow he could, and continued. “I suppose I owe you three an explanation.” In his mind, Angel knew that he could only get these three to trust him through lying; he desperately needed the protection the two high leveled players could offer.

“I don’t know what those two wanted, but they were going to drag me into the woods several times just to kill me.” Angel bowed again. “I thank you once more.” He smiled from behind his hair, “If you do go into the field today, please bring me with you.”

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Voice Key: Masculine | Feminine | Male NPC | Female NPC
Extra: The duo are gone for the rest of the thread! Onwards to hanging out
Xin is pronounced Shin. '^'
Once more, if anyone sees anything wrong with my post, point it out and I will fix it.
Tags: Trill, @dindeen, @0x1dea

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: We Go for a Walk (Maybe) Caer's show of armor was enough to get the squawking mountain of meat moving right on out of there, complete with his Fox-Tail companion. The commotion gone, Oxford sighed and sat back down at his spot on the edge of the fountain. He rummaged around his Inventory for a snack, the possible expenditure of energy making him hungry again. As he crunched on an apple that he found stowed away in his satchel (from a time that we won't talk about), he heard the elven player thanking them, saying that she owed them an explanation. (Yes. Yes you do.) He took another bite out of the delicious red apple, a bit of juice running down his chin. The Guardian wiped it away as he chewed thoughtfully on the bite he took, listening to the Elf tell her little story of how they were wanting to drag her through the woods and kill her. A nagging thought popped into Oxford's head as he heard this. (Why would they risk causing a commotion in the city when they could've found another low-level player to pick on? And why would they ask if she was with us?) He remembered how the two had come up to them, asking them if the Swashbuckler was with them. If they were the PKers, then they would've lied in wait somewhere, tailing her until she was alone. (Wouldn't they have gone somewhere else when they noticed that she wasn't alone?) He took another bite at this, nodding absent-mindedly to indicate that he was pretending to agree with the story the Elf had told. The maybe-female adventurer had also asked to take her along if they were going to go do a simple fight quest or something similar. Oxford's danger sense began to tingle, sensing something was off. He thought he saw a smile as she bowed. Not a friendly smile, but the kind you would see on a crazy maniac right before they stabbed you. (Eh. No big deal if she tags along. No way could she off Caer and me...wait, hold on...) He'd forgotten about Trill in all the drama that had just happened. He was still level 1, the most vulnerable in the group. If his suspicions were right, then Trill would probably be the most in danger. If a level 36 Guardian and a level 60 Samurai weren't accompanying him, that is. He devoured the last of the apple, spitting out the stem as he crossed his arms and stared blankly ahead, the stare normally used for not staring at anything in particular. "I'm up for a journey to the woods if everyone else is." It'd be a good way to see what this suspicious she-Elf was up to. Words: 455 OOC Notes: -- Tags: Trill @dindeen Angel

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Uh...

Once the bully and his waifu were out of sight, Caerbannog let out a sigh of relief. She wanted to keel over and die. Okay, maybe not DIE die, but she wanted to curl up on the ground in her black armor and just lay there for a few hours. She definitely WAS rude just then and being rude was terribad! Still, being the civilized samurai that she was, and not being in the presence of the one who spoiled her the most, the girl kept her composure and just listened to what the others had to say about the situation.

Trill seemed to be upset, or at least he gave off that air. The wolf-hair knew that the Guardian system would not be triggered, not by her at least, but the enchanter had no such guarantee. They’d just met that day after all and within the hour too. Caerbannog bowed to the white-haired adventurer and muttered an embarrassed ‘gomen nasai’ and then she sat herself down on the fountain again. She seemed like a well-behaved brat once more, though armored at that moment.

The girl then looked at Angel with a deadpan expression much like her Sarum-face. It was the kind that was somewhere between simply serious and ‘do not talk to me’. Player griefing was not nice and neither was kill stealing; player killing was probably worse than both combined. However, Caerbannog thought back to what the pair said before... they clearly said ‘kill stealer’. So if Angel was a kill-stealer, why would they want to drag her out into the woods to kill her when they could just beat her up and take ALL of her things, not just some random loot that might fall out at the end of the murderizing sequence? And why was Angel so flat?

Both the black-haired girl's armor, bow and sword were out by then, and so the samurai was ready for anything. But it was all up to Trill, really. She did not even want to go out of the city in the first place but hey, if it meant something to the enchanter then she would not mind. Caerbannog still shot her deadpan look at Angel what with the confusion caused by kill-stealing and player killing. Her expression changed only momentarily when she looked at Oxford’s snack. Mmm apples. Then she was all Sarum-face again once she looked at Trill and nodded at him while she waited for his decision.

OOC Notes: ---
Word Count: 410
Tags: @dindeen Trill @0x1dea Angel

[Trill]

Trill HP: 100% MP: 100%

"I woke up in a dream today, found out the dream was real. If reality is a dream itself, I don't know what to feel."

Trill was a bit surprised by the quick resolution to the problem, the obvious level difference seeming to be the cause. He watched as the two aggressors wandered away, or stormed away, in a huff that the person they were after was hiding behind two seemingly oblivious high levels. The true cause of the issue was never offered, though the comments of ‘Kill-Stealer’ did pique his interest; if only because he wasn’t really familiar with the term. Though he figured that it was what it sounded like, somewhat like poaching in a game.

There would of course be criminals of sorts even in a game world, people who broke the rules either of the game or of the society inside it. He had never had the pleasure, or displeasure, of meeting someone that robbed or murdered people in the game. Even if, unbeknown to him, he was in the company of one at the moment. He still wasn’t sure what to make of Angel though.

Trill did seem a bit relieved that the situation was resolved, at least for the moment. “At least they were not very persistent. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they got our new ‘friend’ here when she wanders out of the city next.” He cast a sidelong look at Angel then looked up to Oxford and Caerbannog. He was somewhat awed at the guardian’s ability to stow away food like he does, but he had to get big like that somehow and it seemed to be kind of obvious how he got there now. It was also interesting how the little samurai was so imposing, despite her height, or lack thereof, but the level had to be a determining factor, if nothing else.

“If we are going out into the fields, we should bring her along just to make sure nothing happens to her.” He said, thinking she would probably be out in trouble again as soon as she was out of their sight; either causing it or caused by people waiting for her to be alone.

He used his staff to help himself to his feet and stretched his arms and back then relaxed, watching the two more experienced adventurers. “I’m up for a bit of training, the square is getting a bit crowded and I’m looking forward to some wide open spaces where I can make use of my Pathfinder ability. There are already enough tags here to blind a bat and the slight increase in range doesn’t help the situation any here in the city. Maybe I should start turning it off when I get into more populated areas.”

WORD COUNT: 438 Words
TAGS: Trill @dindeen @0x1dea Angel
OOC NOTES:

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.
Colors, text, and picture modified by Trill for personal use.

[Angel]

Angel bit his lip after realizing that he left plenty of holes in his side of the story, and the tall Guardian’s reactions made him think that he was catching on, before he spoke up and said that he was ready for a venture into the forest. One victory, one more to go and he was certain they would head out into the woods. It wasn’t long before he noticed the Samurai’s facial expression; it was blank and extremely serious. He would have said something, but his mind yelled at him to not say a word. Perhaps they all heard what Xin and Yan had said as they were looking for him; after all kill-stealers did often put people on edge. If it weren’t for Caerbannog’s change in facial expression when looking at Oxford, Angel would never have noticed that the tall man was eating an apple.

Angel slightly drooled at the sight of the apple, and in response he shoved one of the crackers into his face; figuratively of course. The familiar flavor of soggy crackers was apparent, but that was why he chose crackers. His disgusted expression could be seen through he hair as he ate the cracker, but it quickly vanished as he swallowed. This was around the time Trill piped up. That man was interesting, he was level 1 and knew more than Angel knew. Perhaps if Angel ever came across him again he could persuade the information out of him. He smiled devilishly before darting his eyes at Caerbannog and Oxford, and forcing the smile down.

“We should bring her along.”

Perfect. Those words were what Angel had been waiting for. Almost as if large amounts of energy had coursed through the Elf, he immediately spoke up. “Aye!” However Angel hadn’t really listened to the entirety of his speech, and realized that ‘Aye’ might not have been an appropriate answer. In his opinion, yes the town square was crowded, but it wasn’t crowded enough. Angel looked around and viewed the info of a couple of people walking by. None of them are level 1? Seriously? I need to catch up then. He smashes the crackers in his hand and pointed towards the gate.

“Alright! Onwards to the Greatwoods!” He sounded enthusiastic, maybe too enthusiastic. Angel mentally slapped himself; he was acting like a total idiot, why!?

Words: 391
Voice Key: Masculine | Feminine
Extra: The 'Aye' was pronounced more like 'Hai' without the starting H sound.
Tags: Trill, @dindeen, @0x1dea