Staple Meals [Open/Research]

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Thread Type: Open/Research
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Status: Open with Permission.

Cooking

337

►EARTH

Let the storm rage on

HP:
100%

Ho hum. Seemed like it was just going to be one of those days. Blackcoat made his way through the false city setting of the place he once lived, adjusting his black cloak he had about him. It still reaked of starter gear, of course, it just happened to be nicely colored to fit his preference for dark clothing. He kept upon his merry way, eager to keep mobile and moving as he shifted his way through a few of the crowded sections. 

Blackcoat scratched at his tuft of dark hair that stuck to his head, moving a bit out of his line of sight in order to keep moving around. As he passed a small group he paused at the corner, a bit of gossip catching his ear without standing out for it. It seemed that... well, that sucked. It seemed that the food all tasted like shit, more or less. That was unfortunate, considering how lovely the food had looked earlier - he had, of course, only really had a meal of water so far. Less than 24 hours into this mess and he hadn't been very hungry, which he blamed so far on stress. 

Blackcoat made his way down the street a bit more and plopped his rear down on some semi-destroyed steps. "Ah, ah... this is a pain. Gotta get some real grub around here." Blackcoat's slender fingers patted at his midsection, wondering...

He popped open his menu and with a few swift strokes, he had navigated a menu option - food creation, as per his chef subclass. He combined... ah, there it was. Some starter cheese and bread. Easy enough. The game system combined them and then a piece of what looked like cheese toast was in his lap. He hesitantly brought it to his mouth, took a smell - it smelled like cheese and toast - and took a bite. 

. . . dear god, that was shit. Blackcoat swallowed it sadly before looking like he was about to cry. This was the worst. 

The cold never bothered me anyways

N O T E S: ...

CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.

[Jelga]

JELGA HP: 100% MP: 100%

"After all you put me through, you'd think that I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you. Cause you made me that much STRONGER."

The scene had been different. She had been sitting cross-legged in her computer chair, her knobbly knees sticking over the edge of the seat. She had even been eating the chips she had picked up from the café before she clocked out from her shift. Her slender, manicured fingers finished the last touch on her character's features- there. It looked just like the one she had on the North American server. She smiled quietly, typed in the name "Jelga", and pressed Start.

And promptly was deleted from existence.

The dwarf sighed. She had continued to walk away from where she had first started, but the streets of London were alien to her. She had nearly forgotten about the fact that the world was half the area now. So before she knew it, she had gotten from West End to Westminster. There was really nothing to do other than walk the town. She was debating on what to do. She honestly couldn't be sure. People were panicking, no one seemed to have a grasp on what had happened or what was going on. They were even more intimidated by the fact that everyone was level one again. Most of these players had been players on other servers before they came to UK, and she had been the same. She couldn't help but wonder though... were the other servers experiencing the same thing? Was this the game? Was this a dream? She couldn't be sure. There were many questions that were posed in her mind.

She couldn't say that she was upset about the matter. Actually, right at the moment, she was trying to get used to her short legs. She hoisted her battle axe up on her back and half-waddled, half-strolled past Blackcoat and ruffled her new long hair. God, that was another thing. She had long hair again for the first time in half a damn decade. This was going to be awkward to live with. She even saw differently too. She was beginning to think that her... other self? Real self? What did she even call this situation... Anyway. That other form needed glasses, cause now her vision was clear and sparkly.

She tilted her head and looked around at the ruined scenery. Ealing was where she lived, and frankly she didn't like seeing it in this state... as if it were real. She didn't quite know if she was in a dream yet. She did know that she was a dwarf though, and she was the same dwarf she had created on the screen. She had long red hair that ended in twin, loose pigtails near her shoulders, and heavy bangs that covered her forehead. Her eyes were wide and blue, accented by the tan on her skin and the freckles on her cheeks. She was muscular and only about 4'7”, making her look incredibly bulky. She definitely looked like an adventurer- she was even carrying a shield almost as big as her. She glanced around and looked in Blackcoat's direction, where she saw him eating, with... pending tears in his eyes. Which was weird cause their grilled cheese smelled practically divine.

"Oy, lad." She trumped over to Blackcoat and stared up at him inquisitively, a little intimidating considering the heavy armour and the muscular presence. "You alrigh' there?"

OOC NOTES: SHORTEST POST OF ALL TIME. SORRY @blackcoat.

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

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Jelga

331

►UNDER MY WHEELS

Let the storm rage on

HP:
100%

He was practically in tears as he tried to forcibly eat the rest of the meal, every part of his soul that knew how to cook dying as he did. He paid little heed to the people that went back and forth before him as he felt like gagging on this... this monstrosity he had created. Nothing but regret. He wondered if this is what the People of the Land ate and had no problem with... Blackcoat didn't even think that NPCs could stand to eat this shit. 

Well, he was only half done with it when suddenly woman. Blackcoat had his dark eyes go wide as he stared down the freckled visage, the one-second fleeting thought that this was a child leaving as he saw the face of an adult. This was... a dwarf? A dwarf with blue eyes that stood out heavily from red hair, that was for sure. Blackcoat quickly gulped down the piece of mush in his mouth before sighing. 

"I'll be just fine, miss. Just... its a crying shame." He waved the little sandwich half as he declared it so, almost wanting to chuck it as far as he could. "Why does the food have no taste? Why's all the food like this?" With a slight heave of his shoulders, he sat his elbows onto his knees with disappointment. "What's the point of being a chef if it still tastes like... well, nothing." 

Blackcoat was worried he was whining rather than just describing a plight. While he falsely pouted, he popped the menu open again and got something that couldn't possibly be neeped up by the game - a simple water, which appeared into his grip as just a plain bottle. He went about the pattern to just take the cap off and drink it, glad that something tasted exactly as it should. Huzzah, water was water. He might as well go eat the bark off one of the trees near them if he wanted taste. 

The cold never bothered me anyways

N O T E S: ...

CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.

[Jelga]

JELGA HP: 100% MP: 100%

"After all you put me through, you'd think that I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you. Cause you made me that much STRONGER."

There was a long pause on Jelga's part, and then a curious tilt of her head to the side. Then, she crossed her arms and shook her head quietly. She leaned a little bit backwards so that she could see his face clearly and finally, after a long pause, she shrugged.

“I dunno what to say to tha'.” She commented. “Is it at least sustenance? I mean, I dunno if food is summat we should all be thinkin' about righ' now.” She shrugs. “There's lots o' questions, mate. Have ye managed to 'ear anythin' about wha' 'appened?” She asked him calmly.

In fact, she seemed to have a very calm demeanour, considering. She was keeping her distance from the problem and trying to think objectively... something that she wasn't all that good at, to be fair. But no one else seemed to be thinking calmly. They were all panicking. No one was trying to establish what had happened on the server. No one was thinking of getting money in order to pay for the supplies that they would need to survive. Frankly, even she knew that this situation meant that they needed to survive and not mope. Granted, she was just a small town girl. All she knew about survival was how to stay warm in a house when the only electrical generator in town decided to die.

She slapped one gauntleted hand into the other and looked quickly at his level. Level One, similar to herself. He must have not left the city yet. “Tell ye' wha'. Ye' from another server? We best go see what's similar to th' game an' wha' isn't. Ye figured out craftin' still works the same, altho' th' food tastes like shit. Tha's a point to yer advantage. At least ye 'ave summat to eat.” She pointed towards the city's edge off in the distance. “Let's go take a walk an' think about wha' we should do, mm?”

OOC NOTES: You're up @blackcoat.

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Elfriede]

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My eyes can see the death of everything [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] [attr="class","ban03"] even if that thing is God Well at least fruit taste the same and I can deal with drinking water for the rest of my life I guess. Elfriede was strolling around the Old Parliament building with an apple in her hand. In front of her was her holographic menu, with all of her character information and statistics. Elfriede had raised her Assassin level to ten but had been ignoring both of her subclasses. Thus, on her holographic menu, Silent Move could be seen as active. I can't just level my main class. I chose Tracker because it would compliment Assassin perfectly, but there won't be any synergy if I don't level Tracker. As Elfriede walked around, she took time to note the specific effects of Silent Move. In particular, she took note of the movement speed decrease while the skill was active. Hmmm, I don't think I can really use the skill for actual scouting just yet. The movement speed decrease is too much for me to keep up with someone while stalking them. Still, this is probably the best way for me to gain Tracker levels. It may be boring and tedious, but there is no way around it. In her hand was a simple apple. Fruits were one of the few food-type items that still had their actual tastes. Soups, sandwiches, hamburgers, pizza, curry, etc. all had no taste and felt like some soggy cracker. When someone attempts to heat them with a fire, they become some sort of unedible substance. Still why is it that fruits and ingredients still retained their tastes? It doesn't make any sense that they kept their flavor. Is there something that all food created from ingredient-type items have that basic fruit lack? The only thing I can think of is the menu. Wait the menu? Is something perhaps lost upon construction of the food? Though I tried manually cooking food myself to no avail. Then again my crafting class is scribe, not chef. Taking a bite into the apple, Elfriede overhead some people talking. One was a dwarf and the other was a crying human or half-alv—can't really tell. What are they talking about? Hide Walk. Hide walk didn't last for long and Silent Move reduced the amount of distance Mana could cover within the short time frame, but it was the only stealth skill Mana had at the time. Still, she could use it in bursts to close the distance bit by bit, curious to what the two other players were saying. If she was lucky, she could figure out some extra information. Wait, why am I hiding? Do I really have to eavesdrop on them to get information? We are all in this together right? Information would naturally be shared right? No, that is a bit wishful. Even if it is shared this time, it may not always be so. I should at the very least practice using my tracker skills. I wonder if the sound of me eating this apple is being masked?

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Dwarf, child

392

►RIP YOUR HEART OUT

Let the storm rage on

HP:
100%

Yeah, no, neep the rest of this pathetic meal. Blackcoat couldn't bring himself to even try and eat it anymore, and promptly shoved it back into the confines of his menu - 1/2 Grilled Cheese was now in his inventory, it seemed. Well, at the least game seemed rather dynamic about such things. He wasn't used to Elder Tales at all, but it seemed to have more do-dads than most other MMOs he had experienced. Blackcoat took another swig of water as the dwarf before him spoke, lending him to shrug lightly, almost defeatedly. 

"I haven't heard much about what happened, honestly. Heard a few people call it the Apocalypse. Dunno much else." Blackcoat brushed off his knees before bringing himself to his full height, his legs creaking a touch. He kept the water palmed in his right hand, and seemed ready to begin creaking and cracking the rest of his sore self before she spoke up once more. Eh, a walk couldn't hurt. 

"Eh, why not... lead the way." He gestured for her to set the pace, his own dreary waltz able to fall in step in any kind of setting. "Erm... I'm not from another server, honestly. First time touching Elder Tales. I logged in, roamed town for a bit, then... blackout. I wake up like everyone else." He paused another moment, switching the hands that were gripping the water. ". . . I suppose you're right about crafting being the same. Just... I don't know why everything has to taste like gruel." 

At least there was that, and at least water tasted like water. He dared not try another drink at the moment, however. It might taste like piss, honestly. ". . . right. Name is Gilliam, although... I guess in this world, I should go by Blackcoat." He held out his free right hand, hoping for a standard hand shake that constituted a fair greeting elsewhere. 

And that was when a satisfying crunch hit his ears, causing the cleric to turn in place and find... a little girl? Blackcoat blinked in surprise, wondering how she had so quietly popped up behind them... well, that was a kid for you. He began with a polite smile before eyeing the food she seemed to be.... well, enjoying. What. 

"Uh... excuse me, little miss, but... how can you even manage to eat that... gruel?"

The cold never bothered me anyways

N O T E S: ...

CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.

[Jelga]

JELGA HP: 100% MP: 100%

"After all you put me through, you'd think that I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you. Cause you made me that much STRONGER."

Jelga nodded quietly up at him. A new player. Well, at least he was figuring out the interface well enough. She wished she had some damn pockets to shove her hands into. This broad shoulder thing was killing her, really. She had no idea how to carry herself, save from looking like some sort of ape. She thought quietly to herself about the situation. The Apocalypse. That was as damning of a name as any. She shrugged her shoulders at the thought though.

“I'm pretty sure ye can't program taste buds.” She mused, and she shook his hand. “Name was-”

She stopped before she expressed her name, hearing a crunch of an apple. The cleric had stopped by this point as well and had turned, so she did as well. Her eyebrows flew into her hair. Silent movement and stealth was normally not a thing one had to worry about in towns. She narrowed her eyes. Although, some people goofed off and went into stealth just for fun to sneak up on people and surprise them... She looked around. And normally the sight of a guard would reveal them, but there were no Royal Guards around. That was another thing she had noticed. She placed her hands on her hips, for there was no other comfortable place to put them, and stared the girl up and down. She seemed to be a young avatar. Oh well. Pity.

She knew better, however. No one was as they seemed on the internet... save for this Gilliam. Except he might've made up a name. But to be honest, could they even ensure that this was the internet? This land... what if they had become their avatars for good? What was an identity, anyway? Should she even reveal the identity she had on Earth? Was there a point?

Look at her. She had already dismissed going back to Earth as a possibility. This world, full of ruin and adventure, she had already decided to call it her new home. What was a home anyway, other than where one stayed to keep warm and have company? God, she was having an existential crisis. Maybe she was affected by all this. She dismissed it from her mind with a little shake of her head. No. She couldn't think that way. It was one thing to live in the moment, it was another thing entirely to forsake her previous home. It would make her look cold to the rest of the community, and if these were the only people she was going to be associating with for the rest of their time here, she might as well make with the friendly behaviour.

She tried to put on the best comforting smile she could. Which didn't say much. She was still a menacing dwarven woman. Meanwhile, she was processing what Blackcoat had just said to this girl. He certainly seemed to have an obsession with food. Maybe binge eating tubs of ice cream was how this guy dealt with break-ups. She smirked a little at her own internal thoughts and tapped her foot, waiting for the girl's answer.

OOC NOTES: You're up Elfriede.

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Elfriede]

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My eyes can see the death of everything [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] [attr="class","ban03"] even if that thing is God Eh? Silent move really doesn't mask the sound I make when eating this apple. Elfriede held the apple in her mouth as she communicated through sign language, still not being able to speak fluently, 'Hi, my name is Elfriede. Fruits and ingredients, like salt, have the same taste they have in the original world. I don't think it is a matter of having taste buds programmed.” Elfriede replied, referencing the dwarf woman's remark on programming taste buds. 'I don't think this is a virtual reality world to be honest. If it was then it would require a computer with a processing power that is far beyond what the realm of possibility. There is simply too much detail for this world to be virtual.' Elfriede wondered if they understood her. She already ran into an issue with someone not understanding her sign language and actually speaking is rather difficult and embarrassing for her. I hope they can understand me... Elfriede really does have to wonder how she appears to other people. A petite little girl with doll-like cuteness with a large scythe on her back, communicating with sign language, isn't exactly the most common thing you see. 'I am sort of wondering. Do we have to create items with the menu? It seems like any food made with the menu has the correct outer appearance but doesn't have the taste. It is like they are just an empty shell when made by the system. Is there anything stopping us from making food without the menu? The apple I am eating wasn't made by a menu and it has all of the tastes an apple should have. I tried it before, but the results weren't edible. Though I am wondering if that is because I don't have the Chef”subclass at a high enough level.' It was an interesting prospect, making food without the menu. Elfriede's attempts at it have failed, but she believes that it may be due to her lacking the chef subclass and thus being unable to really cook. However, she doesn't really know any chefs and thus has not been able to find someone to test her theory. The theory itself was based on the logic of: If this is not a virtual world created by the game, then we should not be limited by the confines of the game. If tasteless food was a limitation of following game mechanics then what happens if they worked outside of the game mechanics. When Elfriede fought boars in the forest, she was able to trip some boars by attacking their legs as they charged, throwing them off balance. That tactic wasn't possible when Elder Tale was a game. However it is possible now which implies that this world may not be Elder Tale the game, but another world—another reality. Was it a world that is based off the game, or perhaps the game was based off this world. Elfriede lacks any evidence to determine which of those two cases is correct, but she believes that there is enough evidence showing that this is indeed an actual world and not a virtual one.

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[Jelga]

JELGA HP: 100% MP: 100%

"After all you put me through, you'd think that I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you. Cause you made me that much STRONGER."

The girl started to sign at her and Blackcoat and she glanced quietly at Blackcoat. Ruddy hell. She was mute. That was a curious thing; could the mute speak in Elder Tale? She seemed to understand English... or maybe she didn't and she was just asking them over and over if they could understand her. She blinked in confusion. This was going to be awkward. She sighed. Time to use some of those skills she had developed at the café... though to be fair, she only knew how to say hello, goodbye, and make facial movements that indicated she didn't understand... and how to say 'large coffee black double cup'. She shook her head and raised her hand in a 'stopping' motion after she was done, and then she opened up the menu on her screen. She quickly tabbed to her Friends list and looked at the name of the girl. Elfriede. She sent requests to both Elfriede and Blackcoat, and then sent party requests to them both to create a party.

“Alrigh' let's see if this'll work.” She said clearly to the both of them. Party chat in game was simply writing, but she could clearly see that there was nowhere to write on her screen. You could also whisper as well, though. How did they adapt to that? Had they just taken the feature out entirely? She scrolled through the options on her list, until she saw an option that kind of looked like one of the old corded phones. She tilted her head.

“Call... Elfriede? Did I even say tha' righ'?” She mused, before she pressed that button on her screen. She saw the phone icon start to shake, and had no idea what was going on on the girl's end, nor on Blackcoat's. For all she knew, she was calling them both. She had no idea. Maybe she was getting Elfriede to call both of them. She had no bloody clue. She looked at Elfriede, quietly wondering if this would even work. How did one 'call', anyway?

She winced.

“Wait. Pro'oly 'ave ter speak ou'loud. Bloody hell.” She left the call going anyway, though. Well, that probably wasn't an option. She waved her left hand in the air as she talked. “Sorry miss, but... I don' think either o' us speak sign language fluently.” She tried to look as gentle as she could- a difficult feat, considering her physique. “'Ave ye tried talkin' yet? Our bodies 'ave changed, mayhap yer voice has too?” She asked. But wait, what if the girl didn't know how to talk? She glanced over at Blackcoat, wincing. She hoped she hadn't offended. Honestly, she hadn't dealt with mutes that much.

“Ruddy 'ell... I better shut me trap huh?” She said in his direction. Her eyes seemed to almost be begging him for help. She seemed concerned and wanted to communicate, but was at a complete loss to figure out how. If only calls were telepathic somehow. She was just bumbling over her intentions and her words.

OOC NOTES: @blackcoat.

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

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short people

291

►NILLILI MAMBO

Let the storm rage on

HP:
100%

Aaaaaand within twenty-four hours of the game, they had found the mute. Wonderful. Blackcoat was sure there was some equivilant to Godwin's Law on this. In every scenario you're in, one will eventually lead to a meek man, a dwarf, and a mute or deaf midget getting together. Wonderful. They were a scene out of the funny pages, alright. 

Blackcoat waited for her to stop... well, motioning uselessly, for all intents and purposes, before he bothered to think of anything to say. He let out a soft sigh. ". . . don't suppose you can speak, huh?" He had to at least ask the obvious question before giving up on the avenue. Blackcoat was all for fixing up what was broken, but unless they found a way for the child to communicate with them, it wasn't going to do them much good to dwell on her.

And then his other companion kicked in with vocals as something blipped his way. A party invite? He navigated his hand up shakily, going and accepting. Suddenly his "HUD" filled up with data as the acceptance popped up, namely names, HP, MP, and class, among other things. Jelga, a Guardian...? That explained the heavyset armor, at any rate. The other little one accepted and it was apparent that she was an Assassin... well, that explained some of the stealth. 

Enter menu fumbling as Blackcoat waited on baited breath for her to finish trying the call function before she explained that they really didn't know how to proceed. "You're fine, miss." He commented at the dwarf, then nodded for a moment before continuing on to the short stack. "I'm sorry, little miss, but... well, perhaps we need to get some paper or something else, if you can understand me." 

The cold never bothered me anyways

N O T E S: wat is post order. wat is organized posting. wat is deleting 90% of what i wrote to rewrite it 

CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.

[Elfriede]

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My eyes can see the death of everything [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] [attr="class","ban03"] even if that thing is God “Mmmy … vo-cal... coords were reee-stored, ...but I am nnnot uused to sp-eak-ing yet,” Elfriede responded, her face turning redder each second. “It iiis a bit emmmbar-ras-sing, but I'llll.... tryyy to re-peeat what I sssaid.” A single look at Elfriede's face and one can easily tell that she's flustered. It really was an odd and a bit adorable site, a five feet girl with doll-like cuteness, carrying a scythe that is obviously disproportional to its owner's size, with an increasingly flustered face as she attempts to speak. “Mmmy... nnname is Elf-ri-ede. Fruits... and... in-gre-di-ents..., like salt, hhhaave the... saame... taaste they... hhhaave in the... o-ri-gi-nal world. I don't think it is a matter of having taste buds programmed.” Elfriede repeated, getting more embarrassed by the second. “I don't... thiiink... this iiis a vir-tu-al re-a-li-ty world t-to be... ho-nest. If it was... t-then it... wooould re-qu-ire a com-pu-ter... wiiith a pro-ces-sing po-wer... t-t-that iiis far be-yond the realm of pos-si-bi-li-ty. T-T-There iiis sim-ply too much de-tail for this world to be vir-tu-al.” Uuuuuu, why can't I speak normally? With her face all flustered and red, Elfriede continued, “I ammm... sort of won-der-ing... Do we h-have t-tooo... cre-ate i-tems wiiith t-the m-m-me-nu? It seeeems... li-ike... a-ny food ma-ade... w-with the m-me-nu... haas the cor-rect ou-ter... a-pear-rance... b-but does... not... h-have the t-taste, li-ike an emp-ty s-s-shell. I t-t-tried... ex-per-ri-ment-ting with heat-ting food w-w-with a fi-re, li-ike in the o-ri-gi-nal world. The re-sult w-was an un-e-di-ble s-s-substance, b-b-but it stillll ch-changed in-to... some-th-ing e-else. T-t-this re-sult could be a sign t-that the cook-king pro-cess failed. T-t-there c-c-could be some-th-ing m-m-missing from t-th-the form-mu-la.” By now Elfriede's embarrassment has reached an unprecedented level. Her face was many shades redder from when she started and all of her movements were incredibly rushed. As she tried to calm down and take another bite of her apple, she accidentally smacked herself in the face with the apple instead. “Kya!... Uuuuuuuu.” I have to calm down. I have to calm down. Further attempts at calming down also failed as Elfriede slipped, fell, and dropped her apple which rolled towards the dwarf lady and half-alv or human guy. “Uuuuuuu.” No one would expect that this little girl would be turning eighteen next year nor that she had a level ninety summoner on the Japanese server and had already rushed to level ten during her stay here. Why can't I be as coordinated as I normally am in battle while speaking? Elfriede was completely dejected with herself. Her eyes were tearing up as she picked herself up and somewhat curled into a ball, drawing circles in the ground with her finger. “S-s-sor-ry, e-ven though I had my vo-cal cords re-stored to a func-tion-nal state, I w-was still a mute in the o-ri-gi-nal world. I stilll c-can't sp-eak ver-ry w-well.”

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[Jelga]

JELGA HP: 100% MP: 100%

"After all you put me through, you'd think that I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you. Cause you made me that much STRONGER."

“It'll take time, mate.” Jelga said gently. She leaned down (which was considerably easier now that she had lost nearly a foot and a half of height) and picked up the apple off the ground, staring at it in thought. The apple had become speckled with dirt along the skin, which was like any other apple. She tried to dismiss the thought from her head, and instead extended one meaty hand toward the girl to help her up.

She was trying to act as if this was the most normal event in the world, to help the girl speak. If she didn't treat her speech as something out of the ordinary, maybe she'd feel more comfortable? It was worth a shot. She shrugged her heavily plated shoulders and glanced over at Blackcoat. Then she looked back to Elfriede.

“Actually, I reckon it does 'ave summat to do wit' th' menu an' craftin' from it. Mayhap there's a method to cookin' tha' was inserted wit' th' recent expansion or summat.” She rubbed her chin, a habit that she felt was going to become a thing in the months to come. She had no intention to change her race nor her appearance, so she'd have to get used to the different bone structure. She tilted her head.

“Wha' kind o' mats have ye two used so far?” Mats was the slang term in the gaming community for materials; it indicated that Jelga either had previous experience with MMORPGs or had previous experience with Elder Tale. Her thought process was that perhaps the cooking had something to do with the materials and not the execution or the method.

All the while of discussing this, she had still remained close to the ground, in front of Elfriede, with an inviting hand extended. Yet her eyes had trailed towards Blackcoat's direction at this point. The guy seemed to be a good man, and when Jelga's eyes flickered up to his, she let her concern show. People like him and her, what seemed at first sight to be well-adjusted adults, weren't the only ones who played these video games. It was now that she was starting to realize that children, teenagers, were stuck in this game... and Jelga had the wisdom to realize that even she at the age of 22 could be considered a child in many ways. She narrowed her eyes and let her eyes flicker back to Elfriede.

“Well, either way, we'll need to 'elp each o'er if we're gonna survive this. Mayhap we'll learn summat by huntin' outside th' city. We could try ta get Blackcoat some mats... either way, th' food is tasteless but seems ta be fillin' our needs fer now. Best we get Blackcoat some... I'll probably buy some off ya if ye don' mind.” She had already discerned that while tasteless food was probably their reality, Chefs would still come in handy for the next little while for survival reasons... they could probably sell their product cheaper than the NPCs would. All of the crafting classes would come in handy over the next little while.

OOC NOTES: Sorry, jumped the gun, m'bad.

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She was quite the awkward, bumbling little package, and while piecing together her words was important he was more concerned with the fact that she seemed quite ready for an emotional break. There was some interesting information to gleam from all of it, at least. She had tried to roast some food of some kind, only to have it become... something else? 

As Jelga made her own path with the picking up of the apple and speaking. Her accent was growing more and more heavily apparent on his ears, and it struck him that she seemed very human in that moment. He paused in his place, once again struck by how heavyhanded their situation felt, and how they were, as said before... trapped. Trapped like they weren't quite humans and didn't have a choice in the matter. It was an ugly situation. 

Mats? . . . materials, right. He needed to refresh himself on the words of the land. His noobishness regarding this game was going to show itself if he wasn't too careful. He sighed quietly and caught Jelga's nurturing look. She was just another person that cared, after all, and it was about time to keep the care up. Should Elfriede take her hand and let herself up, Blackcoat took two steps forth, placing a hand on Elf's shoulder and giving her a warm, reassuring squeeze, as one might expect from an older sibling. 

"It'll be alright, Elfriede. No need to push yourself so hard." That said, he turned to Jelga's attention and listened to her once more, bringing his free hand up to wave at her. "Um, not necessary... I can't do anything with those materials, anyways." He really didn't want anything bought for him, at any rate. He was the giver, not the taker - if anything, he should be offering them what he could, although all he really had was his basic starting gear...

The cold never bothered me anyways

N O T E S: Sorry for brevity. My muse is bleh today.

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[Elfriede]

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My eyes can see the death of everything [attr="class","ban01"] [attr="class","ban02"] [attr="class","ban03"] even if that thing is God Upon being hugged, Elfriede’s face turn from a shocked look to an annoyed one. “Sex-u-al ha-rass-ment? Mis-ter Black-coat, are… you… a pe-do-phi-ile?” Elfriede bluntly asked the question, questioning Blackcoat’s dignity. Mana was cute petite little girl, despite being seventeen, so she felt that she was a viable target for pedophiles quite often. Considering the sudden hug and how Elfriede was slightly smaller than Mana, one could see why Elfriede would be a bit worried. “If… we… were… not… in… town… I would… have al-rea-dy kicked you… in you’re A-dam’s ap-ple; then I would… prompt-ly im-pale your skull… with my scythe. For-tu-nent-ly for you… I do…not wish to pro-voke the Ro-yal Guards. I ra-ther not… face le-vel one-hun-dred spe-cial N… P… C’s if I… do not… have to. If you… do not… let go… with-in five se-conds, I will…scream.” Turning her attention to the dwarf lady, “Miss Jel-ga, if Mis-ter Black-coat… does not… let… go… af-ter I scream… please choke him… before he kid-naps me. I… do not… wish to i-ma-gine the… per-vert-ted things… he may do… with… my bo-dy.” Part of Elfriede was just teasing, but the other part recognized the danger. The royal guards will appear when combat is initiated, but grabbing or restraining someone with your arms and hands was not considered combat, even if it did hurt. The lack of combat actually made the situation worst as it was neigh impossible for the victim to fight back without summoning the royal guards. If they do revive at a cathedral after death, then crimes such as kidnapping and enslavement would be more heinous than murder in this world. “Ser-ri-ous-ly, ple-ease let… go… or I will… scream. This… world… may be... lack-king iin… laws, but… that… does… not mean… you should… give… iiin to your… dark-kest… de-si-ires.” Again Elfriede, still half teasing and half serious, brought up another point, the world really didn’t have any laws—only phenomenons. A law has to be created by a man to regulate men. If this world was not the game world anymore, then the royal guards are not a law created by men but a phenomenon that occurs when players initiated combat. Will the trapped players create a new civilization and laws to govern themselves or will they let chaos and anarchy rule over a lawless no-man’s land. What about the people of the land? What of their laws and traditions? Their governments and peacekeepers? There were many questions running through Elfriede’s head, hidden away behind a rather deadpan face that was teasing some poor guy who happened to hug her. “Will we… cre-ate a new… ci-vil-liz-za-tion… in this world? Or will we… al-la-ow cha-os and… an-ar-chy to… reign o-ver a… law-less world?” Elfriede asked the two others, turning fully serious for a moment. “What… rules still a-ply to… this world? How much… of the sys-tem still lim-mits us? How… do the… Peo-ple of… the land… do things? Do they… use the sys-tem? Or… are they… out-side the sys-tem? O-ri-gi-nal in-ha-bit-tants per-haps?”

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[Jelga]

JELGA HP: 100% MP: 100%

"After all you put me through, you'd think that I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you. Cause you made me that much STRONGER."

“Wha'?” Jelga stared down the girl with a look of mixed surprise and concern. “Lass, 'e was just touchin' yer arm.” She glanced at Blackcoat, and sorely hoped that he wasn't about to get angry at the poor girl. It would make things incredibly problematic. She laughed it off, a hearty guffaw escaping her mouth. She was trying desperately to put some levity into the situation before Blackcoat lost it.

“Ah, I see. Ye were just tryin' to make a joke. Tha's brilliant. But to be frank. Eventually we'll 'ave ta establish some kind o' leadership but righ' now, knowledge is wha' we need.” She glanced over them both. “Maybe we can find an NPC to ask. 'Ave either of ye bumped inna them?” She was trying to get people back on track. Maybe they would find a chef to talk to, or something equivalent; someone who could help the both of them. She brushed her nose with her thumb and rubbed the back of her neck. “Come now. One of ye 'as gotta know summat.” She looked over Elfriede, staring her up and down. Elfriede had snuck up on the pair of them. She seemed like the type to just listen in on the populace.

“Yer th' type to listen an' nae to interfere... sure ye di'int see anythin'?” She looked at Blackcoat. “Ye?” She rubbed her brow, gently caressing where her nose connected with her skull. “Don't ye think... pardon me Elfriede- but don't ye think tryin' to talk to these people might 'elp? Do they even wan' to talk to us?” She blinked. “Wai'... ye don't think they're scared o' us, do ye? We're kinda... supposed to be a lo' more powerful than them.”

OOC NOTES: Super short but I'm TRYING to get this back to something that could vaguely resemble cooking. rofl.

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.