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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 18:57:58 GMT
It’s amazing how many different things can happen beneath you when you sit in a tree. It’s even better when the tree has branches big enough for you to lie on. The cool autumn breeze felt good as Oxford bit into a juicy green apple, one of many he happened to find here in the woods.
Random monsters and adventurers wandered underneath, glancing around whenever they heard the guardian bite into the slightly tart apple. Whenever he the snack, he’d toss the core to the ground below. Sometimes, he’d hold onto them and try to hit an unsuspecting passerby. 50% of the time the core found its mark, which is also why Oxford never liked the idea of being a ranged attacker.
A chilly gust came through, a biting cold that went straight through his layers of casual clothing. Although his outfit consisted of his usual jacket and green shirt, his armor and weapon were tucked into a nearby bush. Since they were crafted by a friend, he couldn’t stuff them into his inventory. Despite having the defense equal to a naked baby right now, being level 54 offset that. Should any scrubs get near the shrub, he could get the drop on them (literally) and send them packing, avoiding PKing as much as he could.
After stuffing his face with apples, he summoned his pet Briar Weasel, Omo, and let the little scamp have his share of the apples. Pulling out a knife, he took the apple and cut it into slices. Oxford watched his pet eat, the weasel holding the slice in his paws as he nibbled rapidly at it. He chuckle whenever the weasel finished, for he’d look to his master, staring at the guardian with those big pleading brown eyes of his until Ox handed him another slice.
Once Omo had his fill, he began to climb higher up into the tree. Once Omo was out of sight, Oxford sat upright and hung upside down from the tree. He let out a sigh, bored out of his mind. Everyone he knew was either out questing without him, or taking care of some other kind of business that only they cared about.
As blood rushed to his head, the guardian let his hands flop above his head (or rather, beneath it) as he rocked the rest of his body back and forth. Like some sort of human pendulum.
“Guuuuuh, so bored…” he said to himself. A family of boars wandered underneath, paying no heed to the adventurer who stared down at them.
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Post by Sophia on Oct 14, 2014 23:02:32 GMT
How long has it been since she faced combat? A week? A month? Or perhaps a couple of months. After that eventful mission, Sophia has been dedicated to her job as a chef for an inn. The job came with both decent pay and a room aboard. But much to the urging of her comrades, whom were her former students back in the real world, she decided to try getting back into combat. Mostly because she knew that to find a way out of this world, she would have to be strong enough to be able to transverse this world she had found herself trapped within. She prepared her armor, sword and shield, after polishing off the dust they've collected of course, and some food she cooked herself and then set out to met with one of her former students to teach her how to fight again. She headed out of the city's gate and through the entrance of Windsor Greatwood.
When she got there, she quickly noted the changing coloration of the tree's leaves, they had gone from their normally green coloring to a yellowish brown. As she looked around at the forest in the middle of it's autumn season transformation, she began to wonder to herself, just how long has it been since she entered this world. But stopped continuing such thoughts as it only served to make her anxious. Eventually her wondering eyes caught a glimpse of a dull slime rolling in the grass; it's green ooze dripping over the blades of grass it touched. Sophia felt quite unnerved by the gelatinous creature, some things shouldn't be depicted in realistic detail. When this was a game, she found them to be kinda cute thanks to the stylized graphics of the original game. But here in this world where the border between fantasy and realism has been broken, the attractive illusion has been lifted and all that is left are these abominations.
When she turned her gaze elsewhere, she spotted a tree just several meters away from where she stood, and hanging upside down off it's benches was a brown haired young man. He was swaying back and forth, which reminded her of how her son would hang from his legs on the jungle gym and rocked himself side to side. Then he'd fell on his face in the sand if he went beyond fifteen minutes of doing it. She smiled to herself as that memory departed from her mind. She approached the man, intending to make some light conversation with him until her friend arrived. She came over to his tree, smiling warmly at him and gave him a little wave. "Hello!" she said in her usual enthusiasm, and stared up at him with curious eyes, "Wow, you must really like climbing trees if you managed to get that far up." she said to him, in a playful tone. But you might wanna be careful or else you'll turn your head into a tomato. You could already be ripening right now, unless your cheeks are normally in that shade of pink." she giggled a bit under her breath, amused by her own joke.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 15:47:44 GMT
A figure had emerged into Ox’s field of vision. The person was too far away to make out any discernible features, but that problem was remedied when the new arrival came closer.
Looks like people hanging upside down from a tree branch is enough to warrant investigation, he thought to himself. The guardian continued to stare as the stranger drew closer, not even caring that he would probably black out if he kept up this lazy gymnast routine. More leaves hit his face as Omo carried on in the limbs above. Something that sounded like angry chirping could be heard amongst the rustling.
“Omo, stop chasing that bird around, it just wants to get to its nest.” And then a thought struck him. “Oh for crying out loud, did you just eat that poor bird’s liquid children?!” Omo plopped down on the branch Ox was hanging from, bits of yolk and eggshell dangling from his long whiskers.
Ox turned his attention back to the spot where the stranger was, only to find a blonde-headed, blue-eyed female a lot closer than he expected her to be. He reflexively grabbed onto the branch to keep himself from falling. She startled him so bad the fool nearly fell from his inverted perch.
She smiled at him, saying hello and advised him that unless he wished to turn his head into an object that could be considered either a fruit or a vegetable, he should probably get down from there. Not yet ready to leave the perfect perch, Ox pulled himself upright with a grunt. Leaning back against the tree’s trunk, he continued to observe this stranger before him.
She was cute, of course. Like every other girl in this world where most of the female characters were either painfully cute or had bombshell figures. At first, it was quite a rush for any young, male player. Once Ox had been exposed to it for prolonged periods of time, he noticed that magic was slowly losing its mysticism. Or rather, they had also became boring. Her blue eyes stared at him, that smile of hers making a bridge from the left cheek to the right (or the right to the left, your choice).
Feeling that he’d gleaned enough information, he pulled out his Sorcerer’s Quill and notebook, resuming the original position the female adventure had found him in. Every now and then, he’d look at her for a quick glance, his attention going back to his notes as the quill slapped the necessary ink on its pages:
Once the notes had been written down, Ox drew a symbol in the lower left corner of the page. A large rectangle was then drawn around the edges of the notes. Touching the corner of the rectangle, the shape and everything inside of it moved wherever the quill tip went.
As the boundaries intersected, the rectangle and everything inside of it collapsed into the symbol. With a counter-clockwise turn, the symbol shifted, the notes locked in place for his eyes only. With a snap, Ox closed his notebook, tucking it into his inventory along with his quill. His legs releasing its hold on the branch, the guardian flipped backwards.
The youth tucked his hands into his jacket’s pockets as he studied her once more in closer detail, a wary look on his face. Once he was convinced that she wouldn’t stab him in the back (both metaphorically and literally), he turned his back to her. Crouching down, he pulled out his equips, carrying his two-handed sword in one hand, and his jade-colored armor in the other slung behind his back.
Ox decided that he had been rude for long enough and decided to try starting up a conversation with the lass. “So what brings a lady like you here to the Windsor Greatwood? Grinding for levels? Going for a walk? Hunting prey?” he asked, lowering his voice to an almost husky tone as he asked the last part. PKers were hated everywhere, and Ox had no intention of helping one should she turn out to be one. He’d inadvertently help one in the past, and it certainly wouldn’t happen again.
Omo plopped down onto his master’s shoulder, giving the female a suspicious look as they waited for her answer.
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Post by Sophia on Oct 26, 2014 8:14:21 GMT
Sophia could tell that the brown-haired youth wasn't very sociable when he didn't reply to her greeting immediately and instead flipped himself upright and stared at her from the tree branch he was perched on, before flipping himself over and hung on the branch from his legs just like when she first spotted him. She then saw him brought out a quill pen and a notebook and started writing down something. He would peer out between every couple of seconds of writing in his notebook to glance at her before stuck his face back into his notebook and resumed writing again. "Wow, he's awfully shy." She thought to herself as she watched him scribble in his book, "Maybe he's writing out what to say and is trying to decide on what to go with?" It seemed clear to her now. And thinking that she got it him figured out, she smiled at him knowingly. "I better try to ease his anxiety some-" Before she could finish that thought, she heard something inside her right ear, it was a voice.
"Hello? Hello, Professor? Are you there?" said the voice, in a gruff and masculine tone.
Sophia was a little alarmed by the sudden voice popping in her ear, but managed to calm herself as she assured herself that it was just the telepathy function, also it was a familiar voice, one that belonged to one of her former students back in the real world, Tobias or as he would rather be called by his character's name: Kaminariryu, who is just one of them who are trapped in this world, . She took he right hand and placed it against her right ear and proceeded to speak into her pink finger.
"Hello! What's up Tobias?" she said in her usual cheery tone.
"It not Tobia--nevermind.." he said, sounding defeated.
"Um, listen. Something came up, so I won't be able to help train you right now."
"Don't worry, I understand. We'll try it another time, OK?" said Sophia, still in her cheery tone. Sure she was a bit disappointed in having to call off her training session with Tobias, but she couldn't hold it against him if there was a lot on his plate.
"Alright.. Er, again. Sorry!" And with that he hung up.
With their little chat finished, Sophia removed her hand away from her ear and turned her head up to check up on the studious young man. But before her gaze could travel up there, she saw that the brown-haired youth had left his perch and was currently standing in front of her, with jaded-colored armor and a large two-handed sword equipped. He asked her what was her business in these woods. That husky voice in that last sentience and it;s delivery amused her some. She tried to fight the urge to laugh, she didn't want to hurt the seemingly shy young man's confidence.
"Hello! I'm Emilia, but you can call Sophia if you like." she said smiling sweetly at the youth, "I came here to learn how to fight by a friend of mine, but unfortunately he cancelled on me. I'm sure he had a pretty good reason." she paused for a moment as she remembered that she need to take it slow with anxious people. "So what's you and um," She stopped for a second as she just noticed that little creature on the young man's shoulder's. "Your cute little pet doing here, besides playing on trees?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 23:34:27 GMT
Ox let out a chuckle when he saw this lower-leveled Guardian’s mouth twitch, as if holding back a laugh (or maybe she was trying not to sneeze). He was never big on intimidation, mainly because he couldn’t do it if he tried. He felt himself relax a little, but not enough for him to lower his guard. Despite that she was only a level 1 player, she was still an unknown. The only way to get to know her was through talking, an activity that he despised based on how it consumes both time and energy with no end result to show for it. When the adventurer in front of him suddenly received a telepathy call, he was almost half tempted to walk off and leaver her. But leaving a level 1 player to fend for themselves would leave a sour taste in his mouth, so Ox just bit the bullet and waited until she was done.
The female guardian now turned her attention back to him as she introduced herself and asked what the guardian and his weasel wingman were doing playing around in trees. “Nothing, really. Just trying to find something interesting to do. Get rid of this boredom, you know?” he said, scratching Omo underneath his chin as he continued to stare at the unknown-to-him party. “She’s okay, Omo. Take a break, you've been running around a lot,” said Ox, opening up his menu to de-summon his friend. With a small flash, Omo disappeared, the Briar Weasel icon showing up in his current tamed animal listings. With little effort, he hoisted his blade onto his shoulder, tapping it lightly against him as he asked her a question.
“So, you need help learning how to fight? If you want, I could help you out with that.” Not like I’m doing anything else important today, anyways. Seeing her reminded him of when he first started out. Alone in the woods. Being chased by boars. At night. Forced to stay in a tree all night to make sure he didn’t get killed by an Elite-class monster on the way home. Despite being tired, hungry, and fearful for his life…it was kind of fun. Kind of. Should she accept his offer, he vowed to himself to make sure she didn’t go through the hell he did.
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Post by Sophia on Nov 20, 2014 1:26:42 GMT
"You will? Thank you! Thank you so very much!" she said excitedly and cheerfully to the chestnut haired youth, smiling big all the while. She knows that she shouldn't expect it, but it was always to receive help and kindness from strangers. How could we not help each other when we're all in this together? Of course she had also planned to repay this young man for his help in teaching her what needs to know about fighting. Maybe give him some of the lunch she had made for Tobias and herself. She was certain that samurai wouldn't mind, and plus she could make him another one when she got back.
"You see, in combat I normally use the interface to input my skills on my hot key buttons and fight by pressing them, the problem I have is that I can't react fast enough in a middle of a fight to use them. And it's especially hard to press the hot key buttons when your hands are full with your equipment." she paused for a moment to take in a breath, before she resumed speaking, "I've seen some other people using skill almost instantly. When I asked them, said to 'feel the movement' with my body. I still don't understand." she let out a little sigh from her mouth and looked back at the young man. "As a tank I have to be ready to protect my teammates, so any information on how to do this to the best of my ability, no matter how minor it might be, would be a great help!" she said, feeling bit emotional as she spoke about wanting to protect her allies, and waited, ready to hear what the youth had to say, before another thought came to mind as she realized something. "Um, by the way. What's your name? I didn't catch it earlier I believe. Sorry if I have to make you repeat it again."
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