Bigger and Better Things [Invite Only]

[Hirosame]

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Hiro walked down the newly refurbished steps, leading upstairs to the second floor of the massive Paddington Station, though renamed Pattington, due to reasons unknown. He began to primp himself up a little bit, as he looked out and beyond to the half dozen trains that were lined up in various fashions along the station lines in the station itself. A few workers were walking around, conversing, and working on the station's interior. All of these people were volunteer workers, who were being paid for their labor in fixing up the station to a usable point. As it stood, it seemed like the station was was coming along quite nicely, as it didn't have all the previous vines and jungle-like additions that were there beforehand, due to the overgrowth of the city. However, it was now looking much and more like the station that it used to be, back in the other world. Hiro had only ever been to this station maybe once or twice, but he remembered how it looked. This place was turning into a rather fine establishment, and he began to feel like he was a CEO in a powerful business right now, looking out across it.

But, this was not the case at all, since he meant to derive no profit from the opening of this station to the public. He wanted to get the point across that this place was meant to be used by everybody and anybody, while also providing a place for guilds to do economic business, and have the off meeting from time to time. Each guild would have its own office on the second floor, which extended a fairly long way across the upper floor of the station. On the lower floor was the tracks, trains, information counters, and all sorts of other things that Adventurers and Landers alike would be sure to use and share. Food courts, a small clothing area for people to pick up clothes that come in from other parts of the server, and all sorts of other important things for everybody to make use of. On the top floor were meeting rooms, designated guild rooms for all of the guilds that had been invited today, and the main office, which also served as Apocrypha's head of operation in the station. Rightfully so, the Apocrypha office was a bit bigger, to permit more things to be done in the room, such as taking care of the station's finances, cleanliness, public disputes, et cetera.

Having finally reached the bottom floor from the stairwell, Hiro began to walk over by the entrance. It was blocked off, but there were a few guards waiting outside to allow the people whom Hiro had invited to attend. They were given descriptions of the people who would show up, primarily their names, and would allow them inside based on proper examination of their interface names, to verify they are who they are. Hiro went so far as to include their levels to make sure that no confusion happens. As such, though, he decided to wait just inside, and make sure that everybody was greeted when they had arrived. Hiro had also asked @shadowsaiph to arrive, to be another representative of the guild, since Midori was a bit busy. Hopefully, she was already inside the building, and she wouldn't have to arrive through the front gate. That being said, though, Hiro stood tall and proud, as the thought of having a meeting with everybody had begun to fill his mind with pride for what he had hoped to achieve with this station. This was something he had wanted to do for quite a while now, and he finally had a chance to do it. Having bought the rights to this place, and having it repaired, would make for a fine example of what one could do to help others with their technology and innovation. Feeling like he was possibly being too proud, he waited in anticipation for his guests to start arriving.

Tags: @0x1dea, Saber, Capsule, Bailin, @dumah, @blazeedge

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∝: 668
♫: Barret's Theme
✏: Welcome!
@: In the post itself.

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	Sayha had arrived early to Pattington Station, probably earlier than she needed to be. Hiro had asked her to come as the second representative for Aprocrypta, and she had agreed. Midori was actually the co-leader of the guild, but from what she understood she was too busy to come. Sayha believed it; she had only met Midori in passing and even then she seemed preoccupied. The meeting itself was for guild leaders and for other guild representatives to meet and discuss the railway that Hiro had been planning out. About a week ago, Sayha and Hiro had done the maiden voyage of the track on the Isle of Grain, and Sayha and brought along the finished and polished map for Hiro since she had finally finished it as it took a bit longer than she had expected. At that moment, though, Sayha had been scouting out the top floor checking out all the rooms that would become each guild’s area after the meeting had been completed. They were all a good sized rooms that could potentially be used as meeting halls for their respective guilds. After a while of wandering, Sayha looked outside to see who else was arriving. From the list Hiro had given her, the only other person she knew on the list was Dumah, which she didn’t know too well since it was only a brief time that she was in a party with him back when she first decided to start leveling. Outside, she could see guards stationed by the entrance which was so that no one that wasn’t invited would be able to enter, which was understandable… though Sayha thought that the amount of guards was a bit over the top. Shrugging off, she decided to head down to the entrance since that was where Sayha had guessed Hiro was. She had guessed right, and Hiro was there. She walked over to him, patting him on the shoulder so he wouldn’t jump and then make the guards jump. She gave him a brief smile as she pulled out the finished map and handed it to Hiro. “It’s finally done,” she said, “Sorry it’s so late.” Hirosame @0x1dea Saber Capsule Bailin @dumah @blazeedge
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Today was the day Dumah had long been looking forward to: the day of the meeting between representatives of the major guilds. Dumah and Klide had set out towards the newly rebuilt Paddington Station early, around a half hour before the meeting was scheduled to begin. Within about fifteen minutes of walking, the two managed to reach Paddington Station, where the assembly was planned to take place. Dumah walked with nothing unusual on him, with his left hand resting on the handle of his sword, the sheathed blade hanging from his left hip as always. Any attention Dumah had gotten as he and his companion walked was simply for being the guild master of Noihara; however, Klide managed to draw most of the attention to himself, especially a few perplexed stares. The dedicated second in command of Noihara had taken it upon himself to carry a small flag bearing the Noiharan emblem. Noticing the looks people were giving Klide, Dumah spoke up. "I still believe carrying our flag through the streets of Londinium such as this is a bit much..."

Klide spoke in a serious tone as the two walked towards the guards protecting the train station. "We are a growing guild, both in size and status. This is perfectly normal."

Dumah spoke, finishing the short conversation as they approached the guards. "Very well, but if any one should ask, then I am telling them it was your idea, and that you are overcompensating for something..."

The two guards shot into a sudden battle ready stance as Dumah approached with his hand upon his sword. Though they readied themselves to keep him back should he make any attempt to attack, the Swashbuckler reached into the breast pocket of his custom tailored clothing, the Dumahim Uniform of A Colorless King. As he slipped his fingers into the small pocket, the guards readied themselves further as though they expected the Half-Alv to pull a weapon of some sort out. They loosened up however as they saw the man pull out a simple slip of paper, presenting it to them as certification of his permission to enter. As he held the invitation up in front of them, he spoke. "I am Dumah Exilium Iino, Guild Master of Noihara. This is my second in command: Klide. We were summoned to represent Noihara at this meeting among guild masters; Sir Hirosame of Apocrypha invited us." The guards examined the invitation for a moment, then examined Dumah himself. After they had confirmed his identity, the two men were permitted to enter.

It seemed as though Noihara was the first guild to show up for this meeting, as the only people here were the two representatives of Apocrypha: Hirosame and Sayha. Dumah smiled as he walked towards the two, smiling softly at them. "Sir Hirosame, Sayha; it is wonderful to see the two of you." Dumah bowed respectfully towards them, then after a moment, stood straight once again. "I see we are a bit early; I hope this is of no inconvenience to you."

While the men cordially exchanged formalities, Klide had lifted the flag he bore slightly so as to draw some attention towards it, speaking to Hirosame. "Excuse me, is there some place I can put this?"

Dumah smiled a bit awkwardly, almost as though he felt a bit embarrassed by how official and professional the flag made him feel. He tried to explain the flag without seeming full of himself or his guild. "My second in command believed that as a guild growing in both size and status, he should bear a flag such as this to official matters such as the meeting we are all convening here for." He bowed again, but this time out of apology, not respect. "Please, think nothing of it..." It was obvious the Half-Alv felt somewhat awkward with the flag of Noihara being brought through the city, worried people may think he were trying to brag about his status.

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Tags: Hirosame @0x1dea @shadowsaiph Capsule Saber Bailin @blazeedge

[Capsule]

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This all began with the purchase of Pattington Station, which soon led to the Great Train Event of 2020… shit, time has really gotten ahead of them, hasn’t it? Or… maybe. She was still on the fence about that one, as there was a good chance that time had not moved at all or changed much in their native world. Regardless, the little clock on her interface menu remained consistent with what she assumed was the date and time from their world. It was all she had to go on, but it seemed reasonable enough. And, as much as she hated it, there were many skills learned from this world that could be applicable in the real world. Question was, how would it look on her resume?

These were just a few of the thoughts running through her mind. Simpler ones included her surroundings, the dog trotting at her side, and the paper invitation clenched in her fist. Apparently Hiro had felt it prudent to post her, along with sending her a voice message. Considering her hermit tendencies, that was probably a good thing. Overkill? Maybe. She unfolded the letter for the hundredth time today, but did not actually read it. It had long embedded itself into her mind. 'A meeting for previous and current guilds…'

The letter was shoved back into her pocket, her eyes glazing over as she lifted her head to stare at the unfamiliar area. Pattington Station was nicely made and equipped. But also oh so very clean. Capsule could easily fix that, and unless there was a large number of Scribes or Mythic Script users around, the odds of her mess being cleansed was very slim. With svelte fingers that danced with ease through the air, Capsule left a series of messages behind in her wake.

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WHAT ARE THOOOOOSE?!

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For a good time, call on Dumah Iino, of Noihara. #courtesansubclass

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I dream of cheese…

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Saber Soda gives you wings!

It was hard to keep a straight face in lieu of all the crap she had strewn around the station, but she had at least made an effort to try and leave them in discreet spots. There were a lot of guards around to encourage her to do so, as well, though the lot of them looked like your everyday schmuck. Capsule stuck her lower lip out at one of them barring her entrance into the main building. He made an equally pouty face back at her. A few seconds passed, but still no entry. Capsule moved her lower lip out further. The man stared her down and did the same.

A pale hand reached up to tip an invisible fedora at the man. "We seem to have reached an impasse."

The man, wider than he was tall, wiggled a pair of thick, hairy eyebrows at her. They could almost be mistaken for caterpillars. "I reckon we have, little miss." …This was starting to get weird.

The Enchanter held out her invitation to the guard, who gawked at it for a few seconds. "As you can see, I was invited here."

"And the dog--"

"The dog goes where I go." Her tone heavily implied that she would not accept anything else. "Now, if you will excuse me." Capsule rudely bumped into the guard as she walked around him, one hand darting out to mark him with Mythic Script. On his back, a brief message had been left:

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KICK ME

Once inside the building and away from the guards, Capsule could feel the atmosphere lighten up. The establishment was warm and inviting, and there was nothing more she wanted to do than to climb the staircase and see where it led. Unfortunately, it did not seem like everyone was here yet. Dumah and what appeared to be his manservant had arrived before her, and were… presenting a flag to Hiro? Shit. Were they supposed to bring gifts? She certainly hoped not, because she was ill prepared.

Capsule tucked her hands in her pockets to avoid the allure of leaving more messages about the joint (and to hide her nervous twitching, but shush). Indoor vandalism was just hella rude. She made a small o with her mouth as she spied the dark haired girl near Hiro, who she suspected was the same girl from the catacombs. It was dark then, and not even her Magic Light could illuminate everything, but she was almost certain that was her. The silhouette was similar to what she had glimpsed, and there was that vague sense of déjà vu. Inside her pocket, Capsule drew a tiny heart.

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∝: 777
♫: Going To the Store
✏: Hirosame/@shadowsaiph
@: Saber, Bailin, @0x1dea, @dumah

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[Bailin]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) LH: Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 440 TWC: 440 Tags @dumah Hirosame  @blazeedge @shadowsaiph  Saber Saskia  @0x1dea Capsule Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

Another day, another adventure, another invitation to yet another meeting, these days the warden was spending most of his time trying to get the guild back up and running, as Saskia had went onto a grand adventure of sorts and was nowhere near the guild to do these meetings. With a sigh the warden changed out his equipment, the meeting would be inside and as such it would be better to use his back up weapons, like his trench-knife bayonet, rather than his larger riffle. The meeting would be situated in one of the new stations and would be between the heads of several guilds. They had done something similar before, a half assed plan of someone who finally had gotten his head out of the ground, to put it politely. This meeting was, however, initiated by Hiro, Bailin’s first guild-leader. It should prove interesting and the entire idea was different from the goal they had with the first meeting, which more or less ended without changing a thing. Now the warden was on his way, he was running a bit on the later side of the clock, but in general terms he would be fashionably late by about five to ten minutes at most. [break][break] When the warden arrived he noticed there were labourers present, as well as guards, presumably to guarantee a comfortable meeting between the several leaders. One of the guards had a small message on his back, saying: Kick me. The guards, for some reason, let him through, presumably because they had been told whom to expect. It saved quite some time and ruckus, which pleased the warden. Once inside it took the warden a short while to figure out where to go, but eventually he managed to find the right place and way to get there. When he entered the room people were exchanging formalities, so he wasn’t that late. [break][break] Looking around he saw Hirosame, an unfamiliar black haired lass, Klide and Dumah, his old friends, and Capsule, whom he vaguely recalled form his starting days, as being part of a joint guild operation of sorts. Clicking his heels together as a way of greeting the warden stepped away from the door and waited for his turn; folding his hands behind his back and standing up straight. For some reason people felt an urge to chat and catch up right before the meeting, leaving the warden to wonder if it would be greatly appreciated if he already sat down. He also wondered who his second would be, if at all; as most of the guild were busy with quests, crafting or uninterested in these social meetings. [break][break]

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Tags: Hirosame, Saber, Capsule, Bailin, @dumah, @blazeedge, @shadowsaiph

A Lander was tending to customers at his meager food stall on this auspicious day, happy for two reasons: 1) that a new venue opened up that offered convenient transportation across the neighboring areas, and 2) the event brought in a lot of customers. And right now, his biggest order came in, causing him to smile as he prepared the food, wondering how much profit this purchase would bring. "You said you needed 2 buckets of wings, correct?" "Yeah, that's right," replied the customer, a tall, brown-haired, bespectacled Guardian in a set of jade-colored armor. He deposited the necessary amount of gold into the vendor's eager hands, who in turn deposited the two large buckets of chicken wings into the Guardian's also eager hands. "Thank you very much for your purchase, we hope to see you again!" "Oh, you probably will!" he replied as he walked away. "After all, I'm gonna need lunch after this!" ------------- Oxford munched happily on his snack as he walked away from the stall. As he walked up to the entrance, he observed a bunch of random messages floating around in the air. At first he thought that somehow the game went to a free-to-play model and they were displaying ads everywhere...until he saw the contents of the messages as he walked closer. He chuckled to himself as he walked towards the entrance, pausing to read each one until he found himself standing in front of two guards blocking the entrance. He looked at them as he munched on another wing. "Uh...name and level, sir?" asked one of the guards, giving the Guardian a 'are you for real?' type look. "Oxford, level 63...for now," he replied, tossing the neatly-picked clean bone into a nearby disposal bin. He gave a little fist pump when it landed in the bin. The other guard unfolded a piece of paper, crossing of his name before folding back inside his armor. "We hope you enjoy your stay, sir. Have a nice day." "Thanks, you too. Either of you guys want a wing?" he asked, holding his bulging bucket of chicken out towards them. Not wanting to offend him, both of them took a piece. One of them sniffed it, nearly coughing from the overpowering scent of spiciness wafting off of it. The other was too busy fanning his mouth from the heat. "Oh yeah, I think I put too much sauce on these...heh heh..." Oxford said meekly, quickly slipping away into the main hall for guild leader things. ------------- Finding himself inside the hall, Oxford munched on another wing as he looked around inside the new building. It was well-crafted and structurally sound, and emiited a calm, yet powerful atomsphere inside the room. The crafters responsible for construction of the tracks stood to the side. A weird looking flag was brought into the room as well. Hopefully this was meant for some kind of decoration, as it would pain him to know that punks were already vandalizing this magnificent room. Of all the faces he saw in the room, he only recognized two: one belonging to his long-time friend and brother-from-another-mother, Hirosame, and the now-familiar white head of hair belonging to none other than Capsule, his other also long-time friend. Others were present in the room, but he had no intention of going around and introducing himself to people he probably wouldn't see after today. Instead, he found a nice corner to stand in and watch from as he continued snacking on his grub obtained via legal tender. Should anyone get onto him for eating in a hall as nice as this, he'd kick them in teeth (diplomacy be damned). Not even the city's set of Guardians would wrest this bucket from his hands. Man, this meeting's gonna be fun. OOC Notes: So many tags, jeez.

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[Saber]

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Level 90 -- Assassin

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Tags: [Bailin, Capsule, @dumah, Hirosame, @blazeedge, @0x1dea, @shadowsaiph]

Skills Used: [N/A]

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[attr="class","textBox"] As Saber lay comfortably underneath a large tree, the man stared up towards the distant clear blue sky. It was a beautiful day, today, and it was one of the first few days in a long time where he was finally able to fully relax. Recently Saber had been plagued with doing the dirty work for a group of Sages or was busying himself with research and books. It was boring, very boring and to be honest he really hated it. Saber enjoyed going out on long adventures to distant lands and even though he never showed it, it made him feel like a kid again. Hunting down oversized beasts and fighting his way through hell was something Saber loved, as strange as that sounded. It was almost as if his Greek blood thrived in battle. Maybe his ancestry had a larger effect on him than he initially thought?

“War was a daily thing for my family, so no wonder.” Saber descended fro ma long line of Spartan warriors and his body was extremely resilient because of that. The men on his father’s side were always strong and their bodies were always primed for battle. In wars all across the world, Saber’s family had left their marks. Saber was proud of his ancestry and right now, he hoped they were proud of him. Here in this world, Saber was waging his own war and leaving his own mark.

Caw… The sound of a bird rang out in Saber’s ear, causing him to turn to his right. In the distance, a bird was shouting and shrieking persistently. The Assassin rumbled as he wished that the bird would leave but it only drew closer, and louder. The bird dove down towards Saber, its voice ringing out over and over as it zoned in on the Assassin. Saber’s eyes opened up as he realized that the bird was targeting him and he reached up to block. Just as his hand shifted, he moved over to his right and grabbed at the bird in the air. However instead of grabbing the bird, the world shifted and Saber instantly started to fall. He let out a surprised huffed and felt his muscles tense up. An instant later, his back slammed onto a hard surface and the world went black.

“AAH!” Saber shouted, his eyes shooting open again. This time, he found himself in his Underground Library. He breathed heavily, huffing as his body reacted to the sudden feeling of flight. Though, Saber realized where that feeling had come from; he had fallen asleep at the stone table and in his sleep, had fallen from his seat. The roughly awoken Elf now found himself lying flat on his back on the stone floor, books and papers scattered around him, and his knees hooked onto the flat stone circular bench he had been occupying. Had he really been that tired? The last thing Saber knew, he had completed a new invention of his, and said invention sat on a table just a few meters off from where he was now flopped. The machine he had made loomed on the table similar to that of a trophy, and it made Saber proud of what he had done so far. However, it also was now a reminder of what was to come. There was still much to do, so lying down on his back wasn’t going to get things done any quicker. But, there was something else Saber needed to address first.

The reason he had awoken from his long needed sleep was because of an alarm he had set during the previous day’s afternoon. He had been passed a message during the short amount of time he was walking around Londinium by a very tired courier. It seemed as though that player had been searching for Saber for quite some time, as he was completely worn out and exhausted when he stumbled over to the Assassin. The message the courier carried was a message from a player by the name of Hirosame, and that was a name Saber recognized. Hirosame was a leader of the Guild known as Apocrypha, was a level ninety just like Saber, and was quite active amongst the community in Londinium. He had some strong ties with a lot of other players and his Guild was quite known for its activities. Even Saber’s intelligence network knew of the Guild, but that was also because his network knew almost everything about everyone. Though, Saber wasn’t so much as intrigued by the name as he was by the message. It was an invitation to a meeting of Guild Leaders and influential people, an invitation Saber was confused over.

The Assassin kept a low profile around Londinium’s above ground world and worked only in the shadows, moving and fighting out of sight as to not draw attention to himself. His acquaintances were all known for their sly movements, trickeries, violent tendencies, and intelligence gathering methods but not for anything worth being commended for. Saber did have a Guild for a short stint of time, but he quickly disbanded it after realizing his mistake. He wasn’t fit to be a leader, at least in his eyes he wasn’t. Saber did best on his own and tackled everything he possibly could without dragging anyone else down with him. He carried his own burden and ran through the fires of his own mental hell without any support because his problems were his own. He had no right to ask for help and no right to push his burden on anyone else, so he didn’t bother. Though when asked, Saber did lend his aid to other players. He may have been a soloist but he would never turn down someone who wished to better themselves or ignore someone who was in peril.

So why? Why was Saber being invited to such an important event? He didn’t know, but he would make it a point to ask. Yes, Saber had decided to go. If someone had went through the trouble of tracking him down, someone close to that of a ghost, then it was only right that he at least show up, even if he didn’t say anything or offer any kind of opinion. Due to the type of event the invitation said it would be Saber would be going to some sort of meeting or summit of leaders. Saber was no leader. He was just an Assassin who was extremely proficient at killing things very quickly, and that was how he had earned his level of ninety. It wasn’t because of his kindness, generosity, and helpfulness but because of his ruthlessness and relentless grinding. But that didn’t seem to matter to this Hirosame, it seemed.

Saber silenced the still blaring alarm and pulled himself back up onto his stone seat. Based on the time, the summit was in about thirty minutes or so and it was going to take place at the nearby Pattington Station. The name threw Saber off as it was actually wrong; the true name of the station was Paddington. Good thing the game had great designers, right? Spell check, anyone? Saber huffed and gathered up the papers and books his rude awakening had scattered and then placed them back onto the table. He collected a few of his weapons that had ended up placed around the table during his previous night’s crafting session, fixed his clothing and armor, and then checked his pocket. Good, it was still there. Saber nodded to himself and tucked the item away before glancing up to his Mana Compressor. It sat quietly on the table with a few mana orbs placed around it, two of which Saber walked over and grabbed. With them in hand, the Assassin made his way topside and left his quiet library to its silence.

As he walked through the streets, he let out a heavy yawn and stretched his arms and legs as he made his way through the quiet slums. The same long and depressing trip filled the Assassin’s eyes with the same images he always forced himself to see; abandoned players, terribly dressed and famished Landers, and orphaned children sitting in the alleyways. They served as a reminder for the Assassin, telling him that he needed to work harder for the city in his own way in order to bring in money for the less fortunate. Sure, Adventurers had the ability to take up arms and go hunt but sometimes, the mental strain of the digital world was too much. Many of the players Saber saw were broken and there wasn’t anything he could do for them. At least, he couldn’t do anything at the moment. One day he would, someday…

The walk through Londinium was a long one and a loud one. It became more and more busy the closer he got to the station, as expected, and eventually Saber forced himself to the rooftops. Rather than shoulder through the crowds or deal with annoying runts, he took the easy way out and used the upper level of the city as a shortcut. Doing so shaved off a few minutes and as Saber approached the station, he found himself early. Rather than play the good guy and show up before the meeting’s time, he sat down at the edge of a tall building and peered out over the station. It flourished with activity and the air filled with noise of commerce and construction. People were working hard to get the station up and running again, like it was in the real world, and others were working to support those on the rails. No wonder the fields outside of the city had been a little empty lately. It seemed like Apocrypha was really turning up the gears when it came to getting the trains going again.

“At least someone is doing something for this city.” Unlike you? Saber grimaced as he looked out towards the station. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his thighs as he stared outwards. He observed the workers and their movements, taking mental notes of their activities and how they were building and fixing the rails. He also watched how those on the trains themselves worked and maintained the iron beasts. It was quite the sight, seeing so many people working hard and it almost made Saber want to join them. Almost.

As he sat on the rooftop, Saber also noticed the appearance of a few familiar faces, faces he had forgotten the names of. It had been so long since he had done any sort of party operations and he hadn’t ever really sent out or accepted any friend requests. The only people he knew were those he met with regularly to exchange information, along with the Raven’s from Margate. But he did recognize faces; one was a Guardian with glasses, another was a carefree Enchanter, and the third was an older, rougher looking Warden. Well, at least death still wasn’t a thing. The appearance of the familiar three caused Saber to check the clock; it was about that time.

Pushing off the building’s edge, Saber dropped down to the edge of the station and skidded to the ground, using the wall as a brake. His feet still slammed into the ground but he wasn’t injured. It was nice, being a higher level. Saber walked across the border into the Pattington Station and headed for the main building, walking past several workers and guards as he did so. As he approached the main doors, a set of guards standing at it turned their eyes towards him (one seemed to be sweating quite profusely and was almost gasping for air). The Assassin narrowed his eyes and pressed his nose against the scarf he used to mask the lower part of his face. Gazing out from beneath his hood, the Assassin pulled out the invitation from his pocket and flicked it at the guards. It spun through the air like a shuriken, putting the guards into a defensive mode but the paper stopped short. Its momentum was lost as it neared the left guard and caused the object to be caught by the wind. It whisked upwards slightly before opening up and twirling down, falling right into the Guard’s hand. The man looked down at the paper and then up towards Saber. Indeed, it was an invitation to the meeting, so the Guard permitted his entry.

“Another weirdo? Jesus.” The Guard muttered to his companion that stood on the other side of the door. Saber huffed underneath his scarf, his ears picking up the subtle whisper. As the Assassin placed his hands on the door, he rumbled.

“A weirdo who can make your life a lot more difficult by simply forwarding your name.” The bold threat sent a chill down the Guard’s spine and the man glared over towards Saber, but the Assassin was already walking into the room beyond without a care in the world. Though Saber did look back to see a little note on one of the guards’ back; ‘Kick Me’. Oh that was nice…

“Better you than me.” Saber smirked beneath his scarf as he tucked his hands into his pockets. The Assassin turned his eyes forward and stopped himself from walking any further. Any more and he would have burst his own bubble. The Assassin kept himself a ways off from the others and swiftly scanned the room around him. His eyes immediately took in his surroundings and accumulated the beautiful view into a three-dimensional image in his mind. He pulled in the details of the gathered characters as well, noting the Guardian with the wings from earlier he vaguely remembered meeting a few times before, a strange fellow with a flag, the rough Warden, and female Enchanter, and three others. The red haired fellow in the room Saber noted to be Hirosame. Based on the information he had on the player, he could have been no one else. Saber recognized him from an earlier battle as well when he was with the Guardian. After pointing him out, Saber also put names to the other faces, Ballin the leader of Vylbrand, Dumah from a new guild known as Noihara, Capsule from the small guild Avarice, and Oxford the leader of another new guild called Halcyon.

“And I’m the odd one out, aren’t I?” Saber rolled his shoulders back and let out a light sigh. Maybe he really shouldn’t have come in the first place. He didn’t belong here.

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Hiro felt a light tap on his shoulder, and he turned around to see Sayha standing there with a smile. She then proceeded to hand him a map of the Isle of Grain, that the two had attempted to explore the tracks of. But, thanks to weather circumstances, they had to cancel. Opening it up, Hiro looked it over with a smile of his own. "This is perfect!" He exclaimed, turning to face her again. "Thanks a lot." Hiro was about to continue on it further, until he began to see a pair of people begin to walk into the building, one brandishing a flag. Slighted by the sight, Hiro wondered what exactly the banner as for, though he decided against asking about it. Hiro assumed that these were two from Noihara, known as Dumah and Klide. Dumah seemed to be fairly formal with his introduction, though his counterpart didn't seem to be quite as such. Giving a chuckle, Hiro pointed for the Swashbuckler to place the flag down over near the door. "Just so you don't forget it." He said, regaining his stride. "Welcome to the both of you. I'm glad you could make it. My name is Hiro." Hiro spoke, sincerity filling his voice.

Not too long after, Capsule had walked into the building. Sporting a somewhat surprised face, Hiro couldn't help but grin toward the woman as she made her way inside. She seemed to have made a motion or something with her hand, though he couldn't see what it was. Instead, he gave her a wave. "Welcome, Capsule. Glad you could make it." He looked down toward the floor for a moment, noticing Bosco just nearby. Hiro knelt down instinctively, and offered his hand out to the dog. "Hey there, little guy!" He exclaimed. If the dog came over to him, Hiro would gladly pet the dog for a little bit, a big doofy smile on his face all the while. Hiro loved pets, and Bosco was such an energetic pup.

He would eventually stand back up, as he saw the newly-attired Bailin make his way into the building. No longer the rather young looking Warden, Hiro could see a grand amount of sophistication emanating off the man's face. Some would call it an imperial look about him, as though he were a dignified nobleman. Hiro could do nothing except bow to the man, smiling all the while. "A pleasure to see you again, Bailin. Welcome! I'm very glad you could make it out here." Impressed with how much Bailin had changed as a person, Hiro only held the highest respect for him. His mind flashed back to when he had first come along on that guild operation, and then to the failed round table meeting. He couldn't help but laugh a little bit at the memories, but it was more than welcoming to see Bailin before himself once more. It was good to see a man of his stature, as his strength of will seemed to glow off of him.

Not too long after this, Hiro noticed a certain guardian walk into the room, carrying a bucket of chicken wings. Hiro raised up his hands in a double finger gun style to his bro, Oxford. He couldn't help but laugh a bit when he saw the massive bucket of wings in his arms, either, since he remembered the last time the two of them had teamed up. Chicken was involved. So was a bunch of ruffians, and a horse for some reason. Man, that horse was tough to beat. All that aside, Hiro spoke to the Brotector. "Welcome to the Station, bromigo. Don't worry about the chicken, nobody's gonna get on your ass about it." He joked, of course, since if anybody tried to tell Ox to get rid of the food, he'd likely just kick them in the teeth or something. Which, to be fair, Hiro could understand. The man needed something to carry him over until lunch, right?

The last to show up was Saber, the Assassin whom Hiro had met via a quest with Oxford. Without knowing much about the Assassin, Hiro assumed that he arrived for the sake of having been invited. Hiro offered a wave to the man as a greeting, but he felt like he didn't know what else to say from that point on. So, he decided to get right on to the point. Addressing the whole group, Hiro bowed before them all. "Welcome, everybody, to London's Free Train Depot, Pattington Station." Standing back up straight, he continued. "I'm very glad that all of you could make it out here, as I'm sure you will all see the benefits of having this open to everyone, for all to use freely." He paused for just a moment, and placed his hand upon himself. "For those of you who do not already know, I am Hirosame. To my side," Hiro pointed over to Sayha. "This is Sayha, one of the newest recruits to Apocrypha. She helped a good deal in the creation for the maps of the current train routes that spread all throughout the server's available areas." After another small pause, he continued.

"I'm sure you're all probably wondering why you're here, so I'll get right to the point. As you know, this place is meant to be free for all to use, though it would make sense that there be some intrinsic benefits for guilds who decide to use this place. As such, I would like to mention that there are guild rooms, designated to every guild invited here, past and present, in the upstairs portion of the Station." Hiro pointed to the stairs. "Just up those stairs are rooms for everybody to make economic movements within their own guilds, plan trades, verify deliveries from other parts of the server, et cetera. It can also be used as a makeshift meetingplace, for any who wish to make use of it. Since the Station is near the heart of London, it could be a rather strategic point for people to do business from." Hiro moved his hands to his sides again. "That being said, I would like to note that all the expenses and practical operations of this building will be taken care of by Apocrypha, though gladly accept any kind of help from the guilds, affiliations, or individual people. What that means is all the book-keeping, taxes, and everything else that comes with owning and producing the station will be done through Apocrypha, using its own accounts, to keep the place running."

"What this means to you, your guilds, and everybody else who decides to use the Station, is that you need not worry about all the technical things to keep the place running. Any business interactions between guilds or people will not be controlled by Apocrypha in any way, and have the right to be held confidential within this building. Consider it a code of honor that I have placed upon myself, as the co-leader of Apocrypha, to uphold this act. I swear on my word and bond that every person, guild, or affiliation is to be treated with the utmost respect, and that everything within this building is autonomous, and will not be controlled in any way." He felt like he had explained this point well enough, but he wanted to try and answer any questions that the other guild leaders may have, as well as give them a chance to look around at everything. "At this time, having disclosed that information with you all, I would like to ask if there's any questions that you may have about the building, how it will work, or anything else that comes to mind. Along with that, if you would like to explore and see what there is in the station, feel free to do so. I will eventually move everybody upstairs, to explain the routes by which the trains shall take." He turned to Sayha, handing her the map she had given him. "Would you mind hanging this up with the other maps, so we can get to the routes later on, please? It should be just upstairs on that bulletin board." After having asked for her help, thought feeling bad for making Sayha run around a bit, Hiro turned back to everybody else, and awaited any questions he may receive.

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Despite Sayha still figuring out cartography, she was glad Hiro was pleased with her map. It did take a lot longer than she had anticipated, but it was worth the effort. She had plans to go to every area as well to complete her own maps of each area, but that would have to come at a later time. In the meantime, Sayha watched as the rest of the invited people appear. The first two to appear were Dumah and Klide of Noihara. She had gone on now two “adventures” with Dumah and knew him a bit. Klide was his second-in-command, but she didn’t know him at all. The two of them had brought a flag with an insignia on it, which she didn’t quite understand. Plus, Dumah was being extravagantly formal which made Sayha give him a sideways glance, though she wasn’t sure if he noticed.

For the rest of the people, Sayha didn’t know, but Hiro had told her who he invited so she would be able to guess who each person arriving was. The third person to join was an Enchanter named Capsule, who for some reason wrote “Kick Me” on the backs of one of the guards; the chanter also brought along a dog that seemed to like Hiro. Sayha wasn’t impressed with the writing on the back of the guard and figured that she might have to look around for any other potential writings she might have done… which she would do discreetly later. Fourth was a Warden named Bailin who seemed rather stately. Next was a Guardian named Oxford that Hiro seemed to know quite well. Last but not least was another assassin like herself named Saber, which she thought was kind of ironic since she would imagine a player named Saber as either a two-handed Guardian or a Swashbuckler.

Once everyone had arrived, Hiro started his speech by welcoming everyone who arrived. He introduced himself as well as Sayha, and she gave a slight bow when he did. After, Hiro went on to explain what his plan was. Sayha already knew and had a good grasp on what was going on, but she listened to him patiently. Hiro asked if there were any questions. Then, he turned to her, handing her the map she had given him, asking her to hang it up with the others. She took the map, nodding, and headed up the stairs. The bulletin board was easy to find, and she hung up the map on said board, making it as straight as possible. She didn’t go back downstairs right away like she probably should have and instead studied the group that Hiro had invited.

Compared to them, she probably stuck out since she didn’t know any of them very well, but Hiro seemed to know most of them decently. On top of that, Sayha could guess they knew each other fairly well… though the other assassin did seem to keep off to himself so it was possible that he was just as out of his element as she was.

Taking a deep breath and shrugging it off, she made her way back downstairs quietly, making sure she wasn’t interrupting any talking in the meantime.

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As Dumah introduced himself and Klide cast aside the flag of Noihara he had brought along, standing it up in a corner near the entrance to the station, many others walked into the station, joining the congregation. The next to enter the station was a woman Dumah had not seen in quite some time. If his memory were correct, the last time the two had encountered each other was the expedition to Scotland. Dumah smiled at her and turned towards her before bowing formally as she approached. "It is nice to see you again, Ms. Capsule. I believe the last time we have met was in the Scotland Expedition, if I am not mistaken." Dumah presented himself with his usual formality and respect - the latter of which being something he would surely abandon had he known of the Enchantress' antics and the type of message she had left on her way to the meeting.

Next to join the group was a man Dumah was truly happy to see. The Swashbuckler approached his old friend with a wide smile across his face. As he drew close to the stoic Warden, Dumah took his right hand in his own, patting Bailin's right shoulder with his left hand. "Ah, Bailin! It is great to see you, my dear friend! It has been quite some time! How have you and the Academy been faring?" The two held a small, friendly conversation as they caught back up, all the while ignoring the people who entered the train station, joining the small crowd of guild masters. As the last of the invited people had answered their summons, Dumah ended his discussion with his friend and stood near him, his right arm hanging at his side, his left arm resting on his sheathed sword.

Dumah glanced around, taking note of the others who had been invited to this meeting. Two had joined the group, neither of which Dumah recognized: A bespectacled Guardian in a set of armor, carrying with him a bucket of chicken. 'How... official...' Dumah thought to himself in a sarcastic tone. The other man who had shown up for the meeting seemed to be quite a loner, an odd quality for a Guild Master to have. He kept to himself, watching over everything.

The organizer of this event, Hirosame of Apocrypha, bowed before the crowd of Guild Masters. "Welcome, everybody, to London's Free Train Depot, Pattington Station." Standing back up straight, he continued. Hiro stated his joy in seeing all of those invited able to attend, claiming that the services of the station will be available for public use, free of charge. He paused for just a moment, and placed his hand upon himself. He introduced himself before he gestured towards Sayha, introducing her as Apocrypha's newest member, giving her credit for the mapping of the areas. After another small pause, he continued. Hiro continued with a somewhat cliche 'I'm sure you're all probably wondering why you're here,' as he spoke of his reason for inviting the guild masters. He emphasized the fact that the station's services will be free to use, and Dumah took note of his emphasis regarding the price of this station's use. With a finger, Dumah began to write a note in the air before him using his Mythic Script skill. Once he finished marking down his short note of 'Finance,' he looked forward again, listening to Hiro with his full attention. Dumah had been distracted by his writing, but as he returned his attention to the red haired man, he was stating that each guild will have a private office. Hiro then pointed to the stairs and Dumah smiled with excitement. As Noihara had been only recently founded, they could unfortunately not afford to buy a guild hall, but this free office given to each guild by Hiro would make things easier for the guild until they could amass the finances necessary to pay for a hall of their own. Hiro explained what the offices could be used for: Economic decisions, making plans, guild politics... Hirosame moved his hands to his sides again and continued his speech. Hiro declared that he and his guild will handle all of the logistics and paperwork regarding the station, and assured everyone that their guild offices would be left fairly autonomous, and he would not abuse his power over the other guilds' rooms. Part of Dumah thought that such an offer sounded too good to be true, and he would be lying if he claimed he did not have his fleeting doubts, but they were just that: fleeting doubts. Dumah trusted the guild master, being a level ninety player who had organized such an event as establishing a large network of train tracks that ran through the many zones of the Unknown Kingdom.

Hiro went on to explain that Apocrypha's lack of control over the station's guild rooms, and thus indirectly Dumah's equivalent to a first apartment, was considered to be a code of honor he has placed upon himself and the other officials of his guild. His speech seemed to come to a conclusion as he asked if anyone had any questions. Hirosame then had Sayha go to hang a map upstairs, and as she walked off, it was now only the guild masters (and Klide - he really seems to be the odd man out here, doesn't he? Especially so now that Sayha is away.) who were left to discuss the matter the meeting was called for.

Nobody else seemed to come forth with a question, so Dumah took the opportunity to speak first. "You stated that your guild, Apocrypha, shall cover all of the finances and paperwork that come with owning such a venue. I can only imagine that this station, though originally in ruin, was no small purchase, and I believe it is safe to assume the upkeep is quite large as well. While I am in no way complaining, I am rather curious: How is Apocrypha funding this? Is all of the payment coming out of your guild's own treasury, or do you have some wealthy investors?" It seemed like a fair question, and as he finished speaking, Dumah saw the ethereal writing of his Mythic Script fade away.

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Capsule kept a neutral face as she drew the attention of Dumah, the same person she had left an offensive note about outside. Hopefully no one actually called him while they were in the middle of the meeting. He was so formal and polite, too… Good thing you could not read someone's mana signature, she supposed. She gave him a little curtsey in return. "Charmed. Indeed it was. I am glad to have returned to civilization." Although she was calm and being as formal as she could muster, Capsule was squirming inside.

And then came Hiro to the rescue, Dumah now turning his sights on another person to greet. Phew. Of course, she had to hastily scratch out the mana drawn heart in her pocket, pointless though it may be. Unless the Monk had x-ray vision, he would not be able to see it, but still. She had to cover her bases, just on the off chance that such a thing was possible. A sheepish grin spread across her face as she held up a hand to Hiro in greeting. "How could I pass up such an opportunity?" It was also hard to ignore the multiple invites and her own curiosity. Meanwhile, Bosco yapped enthusiastically up at Hiro, and rushed in to accept the pets. It was a mutually beneficial activity for both the redhead and dog. Her polar bear, on the other hand, might have slugged Hiro.

Bosco stuck his nose up as a familiar face walked in: Oxford. At the smell of fried chicken, the dog started to wander in the direction of the Guardian. Knowing Ox, that stuff would be incredibly spicy. Bosco had no way of knowing that, of course. He sniffed around the man, and then sat back on his haunches. On his face was one of expectation. «Give! Give to Bosco!» Apparently he knew that Oxford was an Animal Trainer, because now he was trying to beg in a language he knew they both knew. Capsule assumed it was due to the scent of the brier weasel Ox kept as a pet.

She went over to grab the dog by the collar, just as an unfamiliar face walked in… and yet. Capsule had met Dumah, Bailin and Klide during the Scotland expedition, was well acquainted with Hiro and Oxford. The female Assassin was a stranger for sure, but she could not comfortably say that the male Assassin, Saber, was. There was something familiar about him, but she just could not place where or how she knew him. Had she partied with someone of his similar build and class before? An overwhelming sense of déjà vu tugged at her, along with faint memories of falling meteors and hungry man eating plants. And then there was that mysterious figure who approached her after she fought off that bitch, Kassey.

Capsule's eyes darkened as she remembered the way the other woman had ripped up her shirt, which was ruined soon after when the Enchanter flung herself into a briar patch to escape. After escaping Kassey, who was not crazy enough to jump in after her, the stranger appeared and offered her his sweater. She raised a questing eyebrow at Saber, but did not approach the Adventurer. He looked like the sort who kept to himself, and that event was so long ago that she doubted he even remembered it… if that really was him.

Saber was also apparently the last person expected to arrive, for Hiro was now demanding their undivided attention. Capsule raised a hand to her chin in quiet contemplation. Her thoughts were languidly drifting from memories of last year to the present and Hiro's speech. A shared guild building, eh? That would obviously benefit the active guilds more than the decaying or inactive ones. Capsule could not see herself using her office too much, aside from trade and deliveries. She did appreciate the consideration and accommodations, however. And the money for upkeep was mostly coming out of Apocrypha's pockets… There was nothing to lose from this.

Her main concern was how privacy would be handled; as owners of the building, could Apocrypha spy on them somehow? It was not like she did not trust Hiro, but he was a mechanic. What was to stop him from rigging small cameras around the joint? Or other snooping devices? Or maybe someone else would be pulling the strings for that. Her first thought was Sayha. It was easier to suspect a stranger, especially when they appeared to b lurking about in the shadows. Hiro did give his word that their affairs would remain confidential, however…

The Enchanter blinked owlishly as Hiro inquired about questions. She was bad at this part, as she never knew what the right question was -- not until after it was all over, like L'esprit de l'escalier. It was Dumah who stepped forward to humor Hiro with his questions. Capsule was interested in the answer, as well. Just how could Apocrypha afford to uphold the costs for this building? Did they have some sort of secret stash hidden away somewhere?

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It took a short while for everyone else to arrive. In that time Dumah gave quite the attention to the little Bosco. After he was able to take his attention of the little thing, the monk turned his attention to the warden, stating he was pleased to see him again, biding him welcome. Next came Oxford, receiving an insider greeting, or so the warden presumed. Lastly came the infamous Saber and as such Hirosame kicked the meeting off. Hiro started with introducing himself and Sayha, as well as explaining the role of said Sayha. Next was a bit regarding the architectural lay out of the place, followed by a bit regarding the purpose and uses of the rooms in the station, placing emphasis on the economic values and benefits, one of them being that Hiro’s guild would pay for all expenses and maintenance, which was nice but the warden felt there would be at least one catch. Hiro did mention that they would gladly accept all the help they would be offered, which, given the size of things, was far from a bad attitude. [break][break] It would take off quite the burden of the guilds and allow them to focus on other things. Hiro also gave his word that everything that went on within the building would be confidential, his guild would not mingle or spy on them, and it was a promise and a matter of honour for Hiro. The thought was noble and it made the warden snicker in his mind, keeping his demeanour calm and stern. [break][break] Next was Dumah with some questions. The questions were regarding the funding of the entire place, something that had been bothering the warden as well. Patiently the warden awaited Hiro’s answer to Dumah. “I am an accountant, if need be I can help out.” Was all the warden spoke, for now it would be wiser to remain silent and await questions and answers from the others. The entire ordeal took the warden back to a certain Arthurian styled meeting a while back, where someone presented a half assed idea. This meeting however was already better installed than that one. This time people were wondering where the funds came from, rather than how they would fund the entire idea. [break][break]

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The first thing Oxford did was return the double-finger gun to his bro, which is hard when you've already got a bucket of chicken in one hand. Nonetheless, he pulled it off, reveling lightly in the fact that he managed to pull off such a feat despite the fact that he could have lost his entire chicken bounty. Yes, the task was stupid, small and insignificant to some, but it's the little things that make life what it is. For instance, the loss of chicken could've put him in a bad mood, in which he would proceed to appear glum and depressed. However, this was not the case, because now he's (still) happy with his chicken. Yes, that's right, we just took a short walk through chaos theory with naught but a bucket of chicken. The second thing Oxford did was offer the familiar animal face of Capsule's pet dog, Cheese Sticks. Wait, no, Bosco Sticks. Er, maybe it was just Bosco. Yeah, let's go with that. ANYWAYS, the dog came bounding up to him and sat on its rear, looking up expectantly at the Guardian. His guess about him wanting some of the chicken turned out to be a hit as his Tongue of Nature skill kicked in. The Guardian obliged and handed over a piece of meat to the eager pup, the second thing Oxford did. The third thing Oxford did was remain as a pillar of support for Bosco if for some reason he couldn't handled the magnificent spice slathered all over the wings. After that was all said and done, the Guardian stood at attention as Hiro began to address the gathering before him. Countless wings were devoured during the speech. The countless poultry soldiers were mere nothings compared to the roaring lion of Oxford's stomach. A round of Q&A began, a couple of the people there asking his bro questions about the funding and what-not, and all that jazz. Money wasn't really an issue, especially since the news of hoverboards hit the player base. Money would probably be pouring in so fast you could probably fill a up the entire city and go all Scrooge McDuck on it. The talk of business was something Oxford could never really handle, as it mostly turned into talk about who had the most money and how others could get a slice of it. The merchantile aspect was a bit more appealing to him, as now a larger sum of goods could be delivered from point A to point B. But anyways, Ox stood by as people asked stuff. Maybe he'd check out the maps later. He still had a bunch of his notes from the Avon construction, so maybe he'd slap them up on the board whenever he wasn't occupied.

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Tags: [Bailin, Capsule, @dumah, Hirosame, @blazeedge, @0x1dea, @shadowsaiph]

Skills Used: [N/A]

Notes: [Doin' Things]

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[attr="class","textBox"] After standing by for a few moments, Saber began to listen to the words of the Monk. He took the time first to thank everyone for coming, introduced himself and the woman beside him, and then he finally began talking business, literally. Within the first few lines the Monk whittled off, it became very clear why everyone had been gathered. To Saber, this little grouping was actually a collection of powers, in a way. Everyone who was a leader of a Guild, or at least everyone notable who led a Guild, had been summoned. Saber, having led House of Crowns, was here because of that. His Guild had disbanded several months back though, so his Guild must have been a bit bigger than the Assassin had thought. Though, that wasn’t always a good thing. Saber was here because of that fact and probably because of him being a high level, but that may have been it. As Hirosame explained; this location was to be a central point for trade and commerce. Saber was just a Mercenary now, on the outside. As the secret crafter that he was, this place would be a big form of competition. And yet, that was quite fine with him. The less work Saber had to do meant more fighting time.

As Hirosame chatted away and informed everyone of the details of the Station, Saber elected to wander a little bit. He didn’t go far, but the Assassin wasn’t exactly going to just stand there and stare at someone like a little kid in school. The Assassin listened, and he listened well, but he took the chance provided to him to take a look around. The Elf tucked his hands into his cloak and pulled the cloth around his body, making himself comfortable as he walked away from the group. The Assassin wiggled his nose as he walked around the bottom floor of the station and carefully inspected the walls, the support beams, and the access areas. He took in the choice of decorations, noted the structural integrity, and also mused at how this place would look with people trotting through it. Eventually, Saber found himself at the complete opposite side of the room, gazing out of a small window towards the area outside.

“Cool.” Saber blinked and then looked back towards Hirosame, giving the Monk a bit of his attention again. Due to the way the building was set up, the Monk’s voice carried quiet easily and Saber was able to keep in touch with his words so the distance wasn’t too much of a negative thing. Though, Saber did miss a bit of it because of his curiosity. He had subconsciously tuned the Monk out for a few moments as he stared out the window, but after listening for a bit he was able to piece things together. Though, the words Hirosame said were a bit of a turn off. The man spoke with the best of intentions but to Saber, it seemed a little bit farfetched. The Guild, Apocrypha, was going to handle all of the finances of the Station without any aid? Either the Station’s upkeep cost was pitiful or they had come up with some kind of miraculous way to make money. If that was true, then Saber was going to become very, very, very interested… Maybe coming here wasn’t a waste of time after all.

That was not the only thing that Saber wondered about, however. Hirosame explained that this location was free to be used by all of the Guilds and anyone else who was interested in its location. Now, granted, that was a brilliant idea. By creating a place for groups to gather and do business, the broken and pitiful ‘economy’ of Londinium could potentially get a boost. So far though, there was no economy even to speak of. Londinium was just in as bad of a state as it was when things began two years ago. Everyone just seemed to be comfortable with it. Then again, that may have been why this building was refitted. Owning this building and giving it such a large role in the city’s potential would put the owners at the forefront of Londinium and they would be elevated into a very powerful position. Hirosame may not have said it, but he was going to make Apocrypha a very powerful Guild by doing this, so powerful that it made Saber uneasy. The Assassin narrowed his eyes on the Monk from the distance he was at for a second, but then diverted his gaze and continued to look around the station.

“Looks like more and more of a façade to me…” The longer Saber listened to the Monk speak, the more that this station seemed too good to be true. This building was essentially a handout to everyone who wished to use it and along with that handout came the ability to easily connect with other Guilds. There seemed to be no catch on the other Guild’s end and it looked almost like a win-situation. However, Apocrypha would benefit the most over all of the Guilds. They would own this building and would be able to oversee all of the transactions that happened within. Not only that, but they would control the flow of money as well by being able to decide who was able to come and go. If this Station became the true center of trade and Apocrypha elected to keep someone out, then they may get shut out completely and may fall into ruin. But, on the other hand… Saber was just overthinking things.

The Assassin let out a sigh as Hirosame began to speak about keeping his word to everyone. Then, he opened the floor to questions and also mentioned that they would be led to the next floor soon. Saber turned his head towards the others but he simply stared ahead of himself and didn’t look over again. His lips pressed together and his right hand slipped into his pocket, grabbing the vial which was hidden inside. He considered speaking about it and asking questions that would lead to talking over it and the next step for their technology, but he held back. Another player spoke up first and asked Hirosame a question. The question Saber had mused over, the one about how Apocrypha was funding everything, seemed to be on other peoples’ minds as well. The Assassin looked over to the Monk for another moment as he showed some interest but then continued to wander.

“Not yet…” Saber stopped walking finally by one of the counters in the station. He closed his eyes and leaned back against it, making himself comfortable as he decided to just listen. He had seen enough and had let his brain make excuses as to why this could be a bad idea, but it wasn’t like he had a choice in the matter. All Saber could do was watch and listen. He wasn’t about to start a fight in Londinium over trains.

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[Hirosame]

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As Sayha had gone off to do what Hiro had asked of her, it wasn't all that much longer that he had been given a question by Dumah. A question, pertaining to how Hiro and Apocrypha would be paying for the building and keeping it up and running. A fair question to ask, given that the whole station would be impressive to run on basically nothing. However, there were a few rather logical answers to derive from this whole predicament. As if he had rehearsed the answer, Hiro began to speak fluidly. "The concept of paying for this establishment is rather unique, in that I'll be offering Apocrypha's own currency to make sure that it stays up and running, as I've mentioned. However, I'm sure a few of you are also thinking about other things that Apocrypha could do with owning this building, which I hope to put to rest as well, as a result. But, I'll deal with the question-at-hand, first: Dealing with the finances. In order to pay for this place, I'll personally be taking a fair portion of any and all quest-related money that I make and put into a bank account, where the taxes would be drawn from for this place."

He paused for just a second. "As some of you may know, I'm usually out adventuring or doing some kind of quest that would usually garner a decent amount of gold, thanks to the level of difficulty that ensues with being level 90. Capsule, Saber, Ox," Hiro motioned to the three. "I'm sure, can also explain how the amount of money that a user receives from quests increases, as levels do. In some case, rather exponentially. However, I'm well aware that this isn't enough to really cover everything, despite that being a rather decent amount of income. Along with the things that I have been working on and crafting for general purposes, such as making warden armors and some transforming weapons which also supply a steady income, which I'll be sapping into as well, I also have another few research ideas that are rather close to being started. One of which will involve another method of transportation, and by proxy, yet another from there. The trains were only the start. We have yet to get into the water and into the sky, which I'm hoping to remedy in the near future. However, that is neither here nor there, for the current time, but I'll be willing to answer anything based on that at a later time."

"The last thing to help pay for the income and taxes would be the fact that Apocrypha shall also be tapping into the economic benefits of shipping things from one place to another, as well as transportation. Apocrypha itself owns a few trains that are being put into action, as we speak." Hiro motioned behind himself all to the various trains that were being manned and attended to. "Every person who is currently working on the railway is doing so as a volunteer, and are being paid for their work and compensation. Some will stay on-board to serve as conductors and drivers, and serve as consistent members of the team. Each person, as I said, has volunteered to do this, and their pay is also being covered by the various methods by which this project is being supported. Consider it part of the taxes and expenses." Hiro felt like he'd answered the question, pertaining to the costs and management, fairly well by this point. "Any and all revenue generated by the rail system on Apocrypha's standpoint is to be put into a separate bank account, deposit only, and is withdrawn only by the system for the various expenses."

Hiro turned back to face everybody once again. "Now, I'm sure, by explaining this, you're all wondering why Apocrypha has trains at its disposal, and why there aren't any others for everybody else at the moment. The reason why I'm bringing this up is because that sentiment is not true at all. While these trains are here at present, any and all other trains for the various reasons that the other guilds will need have been created and are waiting for use for all of you. Each train is capable of hauling cargo, or transporting people for commercial purposes. There is no cost at all to have these other trains used, and there is an extension built onto this building to house these trains. All one would need to do is go over and borrow one of them, or even claim a few for yourself. That being the case, there's a limited number of trains capable of being used at the moment, for each guild, numbering up to 6 at the moment. Due to the fact that the train system hasn't expanded fully yet, the railways could very easily get cluttered, without further expansion on it." He paused for just a moment once more, but would continue to speak just a moment later.

"Another question you likely have is based upon the possibility of Apocrypha looking into your guild's relations and dealings, to which I would like to dispel any worries." Hiro pointed to the board on the other side of the room, which boasted a diagram. "As you can all see over on that diagram, should you choose to look into it, you will notice that each room designated for each guild, specifically, has been treated like a guild hall, and the permissions to said rooms are vested completely with the owners of the guilds, and their guilds as a whole. Should any of you head up to the second floor to look at the offices, you will notice that they are labeled for use by the guild specified only. As such, nobody without permission at the time is allowed in, and permission only lasts from the second the door is unlocked for them, to the moment they walk out, or the permission is revoked by the owner. We can go and look at that, whenever we head up to the second floor." Hiro stopped speaking for a few moments, taking in a deep breath. Having spoken for so long in left him a little light-headed. He looked up at the group assembled before him, and donned a smile. "Is there anything else you would like to know?" He waited for any further questions.

@shadowsaiph, @dumah, Capsule, Bailin, @0x1dea, Saber

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When Sayha came down the stairs, she overheard Dumah’s question and the Warden’s comment about him being an accountant. She had a pretty good feeling that Dumah covered the general questions the others were thinking. No one else added more questions, but Sayha had a pretty good feeling that they were waiting to hear Hiro’s responses to the initial questions.

By the time Sayha was standing next to Hiro again, he had begun his explanation on how the train system would work. She knew that the general ideas on how everything would function were based on basic principles, but in her opinion Hiro might have been overcomplicating those principles in his explanation. Hiro continued talking and covering some other unspoken questions, mostly about the trains and how the guild rooms in the station would work. When he finished his speech, he asked if there were any more questions. Sayha figured there might be at least a few more after the explanation, though she hoped that the meeting would end soon so she wouldn’t feel like she was sticking out anymore.

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((Personal Note: AP to here claimed))

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Hirosame @dumah Capsule Bailin @0x1dea Saber
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