Post by Lerical on Mar 25, 2016 0:22:31 GMT
 ghost 'Cause the world might do me in / It's all right cause I'm with friends / Cause I'm giving up again / It doesn't matter + solo + words (1163) + #7fc7d1 + pt. 1 Lemme know if there are any mistakes, going off of what I read an remember from the anime. | It was cramped in the forest, was the first thing she noticed. Stepping off of the path, the trees all seemed to get closer and closer together. The canopy cast shadows on every surface giving it a slightly haunted look, like a theme parks spooky house times two. Lerical went with the slightly trodden path, the grassless trail leading her deeper, away from the main path. ‘The closest I’ve ever gotten to hiking, and it’s in a game.’, the woman thought to herself with a sigh. The game. The very thought of it made her skin crawl, her eyes close and her mind wish that she was back in her room. The plate of food she had fixed would be in front of her, the keyboard pushed back and a mug in her hand. In her thoughts, she could remember the last few moments of normality that she had. The memory of the smell, the feel of the warm cup, and the screen staring back at her. Elder Tales and a bar; one that showed the progress of the update. Then it shut off, right there. It was as if in the moment she had blinked that she found herself standing in the Londinium district. Lerical didn’t know what was going on, having no memory of the game because she had never played it. Time passed and she learned what was what; that she was stuck in a game she knew next to nothing about and that no one knew why. Just that everyone had been doing about the same thing she had been, the patch. Moments before she had been transported, or teleported--Lerical had been in her apartment, ready to mess around on an MMO she should be behind the screen playing, only to end up inside of it and playing it with her own body. What she had done to warrant this, she must have been a criminal mastermind in her last life. Lerical finally stopped, far enough in the forest that she could hear the rustling among the leaves and the movement of silent predators. The Bard shifted her weight and sat down on the ground, opening her inventory. Moments of searching later, she found what she was looking for--an erhu. “Beginners equipment for a beginner.” With the instrument propped on her thigh, and the bow in hand, she lightly played at the two strings, testing the ‘weapon’ to see if it actually… worked. Lerical was still skeptical about the whole thing. Relief flooded her face as it did indeed work, and she slowly started testing her skills. “Rusty,” she began to chide herself, “I haven’t played in years…” The bow’s coarse string dragged against the instrument, and she continued to draw sounds out of the Erhu. It took her back, made her think of the before and after once again. Her teacher had said there was talent, she just needed to keep at it. Maybe it was because she prioritized medicine above it, or maybe that was just an excuse, but she never did, until now. ‘Focus, me. You’re in a scary forest with things that want to kill you.’ Her shoulders drew back, and her spine resembled a steel rod as she continued to play. It didn’t take long for the bushes to rustle, and her hand to pause in it’s gentle ministrations. Pulling was the term--she made enough noise, stayed in one spot and hoped that something would cross her path. A player, another bard like herself, had told her to try this out a little into the forest. He’d done it in the game, from behind a screen, but said that it should still work… maybe. Her test run was just to see, and she’d have to let him know when she made it back--if she made it back, how it had gone. Lerical had made a small edit to the plan and added in the ‘make noise’ part since that she didn’t believe monsters would just come to her though. What part of just sitting there and waiting for something to come to you made sense in the other world? If this place was anything like the other, then there had to be some similarities. “Looks like it worked...?” a slime came through, entering the small ‘clearing’ where she sat. Seeing as this was her first slime, the woman was fascinated. It looked--well, she couldn’t tell. Did it have organs? What was making it move? The question of the year that was, she supposed. The tune Lerical had been playing changed as she murmured, “Lullaby of the Moonlit Mermaid.” As the image of the trees distorted in the space above her head, a misty image appeared and clarified as the skill continued in the small amount of time that it took to cast the skill. The previously approaching slime stopped, Lerical noted as she waited with bated breath. ‘It actually put it to sleep.’ The bard didn’t know if she should feel offended or not, but the skill was called a lullaby. So, maybe she actually hadn’t bored the poor thing to death. It’d make it a lot easier if it had though. “What would happen if…” Lerical latched onto her bottom lip with her front teeth. Her arm movement halted, and the slow tempo and tune changed into a faster paced one. “Sonic Cutter!” The strings hummed and her mouth fell slightly agape in surprise as something solid--she couldn’t tell what, air maybe, slammed into the slime and knocked it out of it’s sleepy stupor. Lerical was having a giddy moment on her part, magic being the main word tossed around. There was no other explanation, and although it ached the scientific reasoning side of her, how could she explain something like that? The instrument in her hand was a normal one, no wind turbines attached. If magic was the reasoning in this world, then she was in a lot of trouble. Because she didn’t know the first thing about any of it. Just that there were a few starting skills that she could use, and she could get more by killing the things that tried to kill her. Her attention had wavered long enough, and the slime had used that time to close in. Lerical processed the blow, registered that something had struck her middle and that she needed to get out of there. The hair on the back of her neck rose and the grip she had on the instrument tightened. Lerical remembered that she could hit the thing back. The strings hummed as she drug the bow back across it’s front and the previous skill was cast once more, seeming to knock the monster back before it exploded into several different things and disappeared. “...That… that’s it?” Lerical breathed out and slouched in her seiza position. She just had to hit it enough until it died with the wind thingy--Sonic cutter. Maybe not the most… intricate approach, but it seemed to have worked just fine in that instance. |
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