Uneasy Steps [Open]

[Firo]

Firo was taking a break from wandering around the local area to get his bearings.  He found a bench on the side of a building, so he could take a rest and be out of the main foot traffic that seemed to bustle around, on an every day basis.  Reaching for his left leg, he stroked as to ease a pain that should be there, but he couldn't feel it anymore.  Only the brushing of the cloth was what he felt, and it was something he was getting used to.  He sat the halberd in front of him and gently let it lean back against his shoulder, holding the wood pole loosely with his right hand.  Watching the crowd of players and NPCs carry on with their normal routines of bartering.

"I need to find something to do with this life of mine.  On the bright side, I don't have to limp anymore.  And well..."  he looked down at his feet, leaning forward some as he rested his elbows on his knees.  "Well, best not to focus on the downside, huh?"

He sat there for what felt like an hour, before he felt a small inkling that was he a bit hungry.  Shaking his head lightly, he tried to work a budget in his head.  Trying to sort how much to use for food and possible lodging.  Furrowing his brow at the thought of his funds not last long.

"I'll need to find some sort of income.  I'm sure there may be some quests I could do for money.  Hunting monsters is always good.  Get money, materials and experience.  Maybe I should find some allies?  Might be a good idea in case I get in over my head..."

[Roma]

I answer the door, I clean up the estate, and I take out the trash.
And I also kill self-entitled little twats like yourself.

Roma had to understand that this world was nothing like the old one, in many respects the world he had before him was a far less complicated one. No more terminal disease or broken bones like the last one. If one had a missing limb it was by choice of the character design, no matter what the issue was it was all choice. Made life here almost unbearable for him but the calm day kind of brought Roma back into his thoughts. His walking about only continued the boredom setting in as he had little to do now-a-days given the classes he chose for himself.

Among them was the heretic class, having to keep a look on the corruption within himself from ever going too dark for comfort, but then there was the hitman. Heaven’s knows why he chose to be a hitman over anything else out there. Follow that up with a series of other things and well, one has just a terrible excuse of a brewer. Can’t even get drunk on watered down suds since this game’s creation. Oh well, he merely had to do what was best for him and that was always the issue that grew to a surpluss of pain but then something hit him.

Well, not exactly hit him like natural but rather something spoke to this black headed fool. His blue eyes wandering before seeing a halberd leaning against someone talking to themselves. Plotting something, contemplating something, regretting something… The list goes on but he couldn’t really hear much about it so he merely decided to get closer. Perhaps he could hear better when he is close up and the issue doesn’t press harder than it has to be. Whatever the choice was, Roma inched forwards and smiled to the interesting young fool with an awkward look.

It was more awkward for Roma given the militaristic dress code he held, the blues and golds fitting his uniform while the face didn’t mesh well at all, it was a smile befitting a child more than anything. Well, no matter he smiled like this and just kept up the look while wondering what was going on. “Hello there, anything I can help you with?” His words spinning out with a calm accented guise. From a simple look he was appearing mostly as a military man with a sword sheathed at the hip and a book in a retainer along his belt, same belt that held his sword.

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MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE

[Firo]

Hearing the voice snapped him back to reality.   He jerked himself back, so he was sitting upright.  Shooting a quick glance up the voice and looked the man over.  Watching him carefully with those red eyes of his, carefully looking over his military like outfit.  It was a bit unusual, then again, he did decide to dress up for the part of the samurai, especially with how his plate armor was layered.  Taking a moment to find his words, he slowly nodded.

"Uhh.. hi.  I was just... trying to figure out ways to make money so that.. I could get by longer,"  he slowly started saying.  His voice was a little rough, but he was being honest with his words.  "They start you off with only so much, so it doesn't really last that long, you know?"  He had let out a nervous chuckle under his breath. 

He took a moment to get himself together and readjusted himself, keeping the halberd leaned against him so it wouldn't fall by accident.  "Was I talking to myself too loud?"

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Sayinh had slept for too long this day, and he had to go to the quest board to meetup with one of his companions. He rushed down from the usual place, in the apple tree, under the great green leaves, where he and Ren met. As he jumped down from the tree, he grabbed one of the apples.

When he got to the city, he slowed down. - Full sprint still isn’t my thing, even though I’m in pretty good shape. The armor and shield were also quite heavy. -, he thought. After taking a couple of seconds to regain his breath, he started walking towards the courtyard where he knew the quest board were at. He stumbled over a stone in the ground, but quickly regained balance and kept on going. After walking all the different ways, he found himself being completely lost. Looking around for someone to ask for directions, he saw two young adults at a bench, probably talking, since they faced each other. Sayinh loudly spoke, as if he had known them for quite some time.
“Hello there, are you two new here, or haven’t I just seen you around? In any case, hello. I’m Sayinh, and I’m a guardian. To be honest with you, I’m quite new here too. I have shortly been here for a month total, but I’ve learned a lot in this short time.”.

Sayinh looked at them, as they had been briefly informed of who he is. He brought up his interface, and looked at them. – Hmm, let’s see what we have here. Roma, a Ritual Heretic, and Firo, a Wolf Hair Samurai. -, Sayinh thought as he browsed through the interface.

Waiting for an answer is always the long part. As he stared at the men standing in front of them, he realized that they had similar characteristic features. Black hair, both in their twenties… he assumed, and they were about the same height.
- What a delightful team we could make. -, he thought.


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[Roma]

I answer the door, I clean up the estate, and I take out the trash.
And I also kill self-entitled little twats like yourself.

Roma gazed at the individual, the wolf hair styled individual was something else but he didn’t quite understand one’s fascination with that race culture. Then again everyone was different and Roma was no different in that regard, he after all went for the tattoo race so it was only diligent enough to have that. In any case he looked at the individual who spoke up about trying to make money, which was of course an understandable problem. One Roma was facing was well soon enough if he didn’t find work soon but that was neither here nor there. All that mattered was surviving.

He nodded with a smile though, keeping it friendly as much as possible for this as he spoke, “Yeah they do only start off with a small amount. I’m certain there’s some work here or there that we could look into though. No doubt the people of the land have something to do.” A chuckle later he rubbed the back of his head while looking around, “Yeah you kind of were talking to yourself. Someone might think you were going crazy like that. Makes me look bad if others are just as crazy,” a joke for himself given the class decision he made for himself.

That was until there was someone else to come by that was speedy… speedy… Well he didn’t really have any words for this kid who was far too hyper for anything he could say. Looking at the youngster who was almost a full foot shorter than he was he blinked in curiosity at this and couldn’t help but just go, “Huh?” The curiosity filling his mind at this boy who was by far too overly excited as it were. Sayinh was the name he used and well, it was not one he thought of seeing in a place like this. In face he expected names of smaller or more callous hands here.

Nonetheless, he felt needed to introduce himself as he spoke to them, “Well I’m Roma.” Short as it was, it wasn’t even a mouthful as he couldn’t understand exactly how to handle this kid and that rambunctious attitude of energy this kid seemed to possess. At least the wolf tail seemed to at least understand what the world was like now, but this kid was treating it like any other day. That just pissed him off to some extent but no, he wouldn’t show it at all. His anger was going to remain hidden, no need to increase the anguish he held.

sayinh

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[Firo]

He listened to the man that stood before him, nodding his head slightly as he listened. Reaching behind his head with his left hand, he lightly rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. This caused his hair to shuffle around and make a rustling sound as he did. Along with the sound of his armor making sudden clanks when he moved certain ways, causing the plates to come in contact with each other. He had tightened the grip on the wooden pole of his halberd, using it to help himself as she slowly made himself to stand. It was something out of habit, of course it was no longer necessary now. His attention was quickly drawn by a young man who had quite a bit of energy. He was taken back by the way he introduced himself. He looked him over with his red eyes as well, trying to figure him out. Judging by the armor he wore, he figured that he must be a Guardian. The shield was also a good enough sign to tell as well.

After hearing Sayinh's boisterous introduction, along with hearing Roma's introduction shortly after. He moved his glance between the two, before taking a deep breath and choosing to relax a bit. He put on his best smile and nodded. Straightening himself out, he grasped his spear and lowered it, so the blade was next to his leg.

"My name is Firo. And if it wasn't obvious, I'm a Samurai," he proclaimed as he looked at them. Maybe he could find some work if he found a team he thought. Maybe this could be a start. "Nice to meet you, Sayinh, Roma. Uhm, do you guys happen to know each other?"

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Sayinh felt a dull atmosphere from one of the men as he presented himself, though it was only for a blink of an eye. Desperately trying to keep the conversation going, the wolf hair asked if Roma and Sayinh knew each other on beforehand. He knew, that he had to reply with wore chill in his voice.
“No, I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting either of you before, as I said before, I haven’t even seen you around. Not that it surprises me, I’ve only been here for a month ”, Sayinh said, as his sapphire-blue eyes lost their glance as if I had been staring at the sun for hours. His vision became blurry and he cringed his teeth against each other, it was almost unbearable. The pain from the shoulder he injured in fight against stone golems that he and Dorian had been fighting was to blame for the pain. The armor didn’t help, nor did the heavy shield hanging over the shoulders and his back. After a few seconds of unbearable pain, he cleared his head, and looked at the Heretic and Samurai.


“Were you two doing anything as I interrupted your conversation before? I was looking for the quest board, but I was too late, the ones I was supposed to meet up with has probably already left for the quest... But yeah.” Sayinh said, as he bumped the tip of his shoe in the ground and held his sword in the sheath.

The two adults in front of him seemed different… not in appearance where they at some points resembled each other, but in personality. The Heretic fit his class perfectly, not smiling, using the power he had been granted for his own preferred use. But the Wolf Hair Samurai seemed curious and happy most of the time. Not that Sayinh had anything against it, he just smiled back, just showing that was just as welcoming as he had always been.

Finding his newly found friends or foes incredibly interesting, he decides to stay until he grow bored. His friendly and happy personality doesn’t show it, but he doesn’t like many things, though if he finds something interesting, he will see it through till the end. If he grows bored, he either leaves or terminates the whole thing. After all, he’s used to being able to manipulate with people, not as much as his sister could, but to some extend!


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Roma , Firo

[Deviantheart]

Deviant let out a long, tired sigh as he lazily gazed at his empty tea-cup that was also resting on a cracked, old and warped wooden table seemingly made without quality in mind by his head. Although, it did add to the element of 'In debt and needing business' element.

Deviant hid his face with his arm, 'My dream of being abducted into a game with nothing of my past to hold me down has come true, but I never thought of the costs, did I... Now I have no money, no house, no decent gear, and no job. Their must be some way to come by money...' Deviant sighed, he knew that he couldn't go outside the safe-zone the city had, as he would most likely be jumped by bandits, or worse, player-killers.

His nose crinkled when he realized the acrid and dirty smell the table gave off. Pushing off the table lightly, he sighed raising his head to look out the window that showed the rest of the struggling poor market district. Caravans and run-down stalls were scattered on the sides of the London streets, players and NPC's droning to each of the stores, one-by-one, many with blank expressions. Some players were sitting in the alleys. depressed and angry at this new world. 'you would think,' Deviant thought, 'That after a few weeks this depressive and confused phase would be passed over. Guess I thought wrong.'

Deviant glanced at the cracked open door. He was lucky to be out in the night to catch the owner in quite the conundrum. There was some major accident inside the store that he could only assume was a mass tea-spill of some form, but either way, it left some rather tenacious stains that Deviant and the owner battled for hours, cheap cleaning products being our only army to lead in this conquest against the unruly anarchy that was the mess. He got a free visit to the shop from the owners grandiose generosity and hospitality, but Deviant was starting to think that he has overstayed his welcome, seeing how he has been here for roughly four or so hours.

Sighing, finally coming to the conclusion he should finally leave, got up, placed one hand on the table for support, and stumbled up. He regained his balance after sitting for so long, stumbling on his injured leg before finally walking towards the door.

The owner must have seen him departing, as he met him at the door. "Thanks once again for helping me clean up the store for today, and make sure to come back! We love a face as much as the next man. Oh, and bring your friends too!"

Deviant noticed his seemingly-empty smile an amateur advertiser would wear. He thought the owner was just being nice, but it seemed he had money and getting the stores word around on mind the whole time, leaving a bad taste in Deviants mouth. Giving a small nod, "No problem, it's only natural for one man to help another. Thanks for the tea, and good-day." he said rather contemptuously before taking his leave of the musky old shoppe.

As soon as he stepped outside, he was greeted with a blinding ray of light that forced him to squint his eyes. When he regained his eyesight, his heart stopped for a moment, being so close to the river of people drowning the streets. Taking a breath, he entered the chaotic stream of adventurers, making it a priority to get out of it as soon as possible.

After a few minutes of being pushed around, he finally found a winding side-street, and immediately fled to it. Pressing his back against a wall, he took a few breaths of relief from finally getting out of the suffocating atmosphere. After a moment, he continued walking. It didn't take him too long to figure out he wasn't too familiar with the road, getting lost on many occasions before ending up out in the open in a less-populated area. He looked around, his first goal of finding a job still in mind, but finding no places of hire.

He noticed the group of people forming around a bench, and thought, 'Perhaps if I do my best to get on their good side, I might be able to get a job, or perhaps venture out for wealth? Hopefully the latter, I need to get out of this oppressive city eventually without the threatening issue of player-killers...'

Deviant slowly approached the group, standing behind the rather energetic guardian and nodded at the person on the bench, a little bit too shy to speak. He adjusted himself into a more formal posture, awaiting a moment to enter the conversation.

Word Count: 787
HP: 100%
MP: 100%

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Since Roma has deleted his account, and I feel like it's kind of dead.
I hereby declare this thread dead. If you wanna continue, I'll delete my post/comment here, and let you do it. I'll leave this thread, sorry.

Merry Christmas everybody!