Cross Gender Adventure: BEGIN! (open)

[Duana]

Duana HP: 100% MP: 100%

Looking pretty cute in my cloak and boots.

Turn your collar up against the wind, walk with poise and grace, remember it’s for their sake, not yours. Don’t let anyone see your face, don’t let them see the fact that you’re as confused as they are.

Geoffrey walked down the steps of a nearby alley watching all the activity of the ruins of London, well aware of the cool air against his bare legs as he pulled his cloak tightly around him to ward away the cold. He’d spent a lot of time on his own hiding in whatever secluded place that he could find since he had been put in this world to get used to the fact that not only was his body lighter and smaller, but female as well. Just the act of walking was enough to send him toppling over; all the weight in his body was distributed in places he had never really ever thought about before.

There was a lot he had never really thought about but took for granted anyway, suddenly he had a real opinion about the way massively multiplayer games treated female characters in their games. He had already traded some people for their starting armor and every time he had put on armor that looked like pants it magically turned into a short skirt. The best he was able to do for himself was to spend all his starting money on a large red cloak that covered most of his body when pulled around his shoulders. Moreover even with the cloak he was well aware that there were stares in his direction, or rather her direction, other players staring at the cute red headed girl in the short dress and the cloak.

Duana blushed slightly as she descended the last step of the alley and into the market square, reaching up out of the cloak around her for one moment to rub the back of her head. This was the first time she had been out in public since she had been put into this game. Others had already started leveling so she was a little behind the curve, she wasn’t even really sure where she was supposed to go to level. As much as she hated to admit it she needed some direction from here. She had intended to start soloing quests when she originally got into this game, but that seemed to change when she was actually put inside the game.

No one was really questing at the moment, at least anyone that was any sort of sane. Duana was anything but sane however, she craved adventure.

“Alright… Who to talk too…” Duana muttered with a decidedly male voice. “Ugh, I don’t want to talk to anyone with this voice… I wonder if I could get some voice training, this is ridiculous.”

Word Count: 466

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Duana]

Duana HP: 100% MP: 100%

Looking pretty cute in my cloak and boots.

This was tough, she wasn’t really the talkative type in the first place and the fact that any time she did talk her voice came out as male made it even more embarrassing to talk. Duana ambled about the square, looking as people themselves walked past and went about their own business. She also marveled at the overgrowth and the old buildings that used to be London, she herself didn’t actually live in London proper in the real world she had lived in a suburb outside it and rarely ever made the trip so it was a bit like being a tourist anyway.

As she wandered around Duana looked over all the stalls and markets that were out, making a bit of a mental map of where everything was. Really she was still looking for someone to talk to, or rather trying to build up the courage to talk to someone about what she should be doing. It turned out she didn’t have to wait long however as someone started approaching her, a man behind his stall took one look at her and moved out of his stall to come and meet her waving his arms. Duana was initially hesitant, her first inclination was to turn tail and run, she managed to steel herself and stop walking as he got closer however.

The man looked pretty plainly clothed, which made her think he was probably one of the NPCs. The fact that he had been tending a stall was definitely indication of that as well. “Hey! Hey! I noticed that you have a courier’s bag, are you a courier?”

Duana sort of lifted her cloak to look at the bag at her hip, she looked back at him and nodded once.

“Oh this is a stroke of fortune, could you come over to my stall for a second?” He asked not even waiting for an answer, he started sprinting back to his stall that seemed to be covered in various trinkets and accessories ducking down behind it to dig through something. “I’d been meaning to deliver this today but I’ve been working the stall all day, there’s been a lot more of you adventurer types around lately, so I’ve been swamped with work.”

Duana approached just as he popped up, still hesitant to say anything, even if he was an NPC she didn’t really think it was the best idea to reveal her distinctive voice.

The man placed a distinctly dagger shaped item wrapped up in some cloth on the stall. “I need you to take this down to the Pittered Boar Tavern on Kingston Alley. The woman who works the kitchen needed this for some recipe or other that she’s been working on. I’ll pay you a bit now and she can pay you the rest when you get there. Will you do it?”

Considering his request for a moment Duana took up the parcel and put it into her bag, she figured if she was going to be wandering around town she might as well get used to the idea of doing something while she was there. Plus heading down to a tavern seemed like a really good way to meet some people, perhaps even someone who’d be willing to teach her the ins and outs of this game; though she would again have to get over the idea of not talking.

“Oh thank you adventurer, I’m in your debt.” The man passed over some money and waved Duana on her way.

Today was going to be an interesting day, but then again every day since she’d been here had been interesting.

Word Count: 604

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.