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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 21:57:41 GMT
Jojo was semi-depressed that her stave was now broken, and she was by far not a woodcrafter and therefore was not able to even so much as fix it. It left her little chance of salvaging the part as well so thereby she had to learn some crafting skills sometime in the future so that she could create weaponry suitable for her own self. That was of course all something she had to do in the future as it would seem to take apart of her learning curve. Her eyes gleaming until she heard his words. Each one happened to seem like an arrow stabbing into her core, however she did not have the willpower to trust him. Hard to satisfy that she actually trusted enough to join his guild, let alone still having him on her friend list. Then again, she thought deleting herself from either of those may be a tad too harsh on the poor boy. Given her proximity to the situation, she knew she had to think of ways around such things in the best and proper mannerisms, only a few things she could do in such situations like this one anyways and that came to mind.
Jojo eased up lightly, popping her back and neck in a similar fashion before sighing, tossing the two broken pieces of the worthless possession over to the side as she scratched the back of her head. She understood his reaction, hell any guy might have done the same but Jojo only could just that from watching so many other guys go crazy about getting hit in that sensitive spot. Thereby, she walked off in the general direction, opening up a message system and sending it stating that splitting up would cover more ground. That of course also hid any mention of the way she felt in the situation and also hid all facts that she was disgusted as well. She was weaponless, but not powerless as she had one offensive, one defensive, and plenty of healing spells she could cast in a matter of seconds if she herself ran into any trouble that she could not handle. Thankfully, there was not much of that in any place she had been capable of going to in the previous and future life pretexts.
Notes ╡ Splitting Up
Word Count ╡ 382
Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.
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Post by Kumori on Apr 2, 2014 1:47:08 GMT
 | Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100% | "In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends." |
Ping. A message was sent to him from none other than the woman he was currently mad at. Yes, she was probably mad at him, and while he thought the reasons were mostly unfounded, he did begin to understand her reasoning to mangle his manhood temporarily, but damn did it still hurt. He was still furious, even a bit more so that she wanted to separate now that she had broken her weapon. He went back to the camp, where she had already abandoned everything there for him to pick up. He looked at the tracks and they began to glow in orange, marking which way she was going. He looked at his mini map and noticed wasn’t too far from him. He wasn’t in a hurry so he took the time to pack the tent and his sleeping bag and placed it into his inventory and secured his other dagger to his belt. He looked at the floor and saw that she left her now broken staff she had used to inflict pain onto him. He picked it up and began moving towards her tracks.
Because they were partied, he could easily find her, but giving her too much space would be foolish. He sent back a message stating his disagreement. “I don’t believe we should split up,” he said telepathically calling her with the party system. “Stay there, I’m leaving the camp now,” he said to her. With gusto, he sprinted off towards the direction following the path that she had made with her feet. If she waited there, he’d catch up soon, her body’s outline would be able to be seen right in front of him, stopped or sitting. If she did not wait, it would probably take him a bit more time to catch up with her. He hoped she wasn’t stubborn, but knowing her reaction to the entire ordeal, it was most likely not the case.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 1:55:00 GMT
Jojo was off in her own world, moving forwards and cataloging tree samples. Her time in this newer world was definitely difficult to explain given how her proximity to the mysterious case of the world here. Therein, she used her eyes to begin scanning and picking up dead and live leaf details. “Remarkable, they even have the helicopter leaves here; they must have really done their research to accompany so much here.” Jojo utilized her golden hue eyes scanning and watching the field with a common goal and proficiency. The fields of trees here were remarkable beyond belief. The realism truly telling a story all on its own in a way she could never have imagined. Truly this was a world she could live in but at the same time, Jojo could never hope to begin enjoying a world where her own freedoms were stolen. Being locked up in such a world like this felt more like a prison than anything else, and then her mind went to Ero-sempai, knowing he probably took her anger out on him a tad too roughly. Until of course her eyes went and saw a new message popping up.
Just then, the message from Ero-sempai was showing up, but even so her eyes still held a glimmer of feeling guilty but after reading the message fully, all those feelings went away. Her guilt for doing that to him dissipated and all that was left was the unbridled rage of wanting to be alone. Even in a world like this, she still considered herself more than capable enough to pull off her own defenses with a drop of a hat. This world did not scare her any more than a lollipop scared a baby. Her eyes reading the message before sending backs her own which was a very provocative and uncensored way of saying to leave her alone. Very coarse in language at the time, she still did not like being doted on, even if she were a cleric. This was probably the very reason she was also a blacksmith making her own weaponry. Currently though, her eyes peering forwards and then looking at the trees she would not stop and just kept exploring, her body appearing in no danger whatsoever with what was around. The creatures she ran into all being far friendlier than normal monsters.
Notes ╡ IC'ly wants to be left alone, OOC'ly: show her who is the boss LOL
Word Count ╡ 392
Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.
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Inactive Player
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Post by Kumori on Apr 7, 2014 7:00:45 GMT
| Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100% | "In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends." |
The message that he received was less than pleasant. “You want to die?! Fine!” he yelled at the open air. He turned straight around and went towards the direction he was initially exploring. His anger rose whenever he began to think of the green-haired woman he was now referring to as unreasonable, gorilla woman. He fumed as he ran in a different path than she because of her attitude. His rage was shown through how he dismembered every creature that was in his way, slicing ever golem sentry that looked at him sideways and every rabbit that hopped wrong. He killed them, picking up the loot and trying to vent his anger all the while. That gorilla… doesn’t know when they’ve got a friend, and instead they accuse you of things you haven’t done, and then they punish you for it… what the hell did I do to deserve this treatment? he thought to himself. His eyes glowed with fury as he progressed quickly, not even trying to map the area. He was simply running through because his fuel of rage was ridiculously high. She thinks she knows everything… she thinks she can defend herself without a weapon? Fine… She can be alone, he continued yelling in his mind.
With every step he took, the more it fueled his rage, the opposite of what he was hoping for. “AGGGGGHHH” he yelled out towards the world. Pain was all that awaited him if he were to go find that gorilla anyways, so he decided that he’d rather force her to undergo punishment of dying so that she’d realize what a mistake it was to travel alone.
Light began to shine into his eyes. The lights fast approaching, Ryuu not completely stopped in his tracks. “Onii-ch..” Screech. Crash. Crunch. What he heard, what he saw right next to him. “Fuyo…” he whimpered. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead and tears joined the perspiring fluids. “Fuyo…” he said weakly again. His ground curled into a fist as he punched it against the ground. Death. He was beginning to remember why death was against his nature. Even in a world where lives were infinite, he’d trade his own life for any person he cared about. Ryuu wiped the tears from his eyes and finally, the image of his sister was replaced with Jojo and the oncoming car was replaced with a mob boss of some kind. Checking his radar, he saw that she was still nearby, but parallel to his location. The range was about 2 miles, so she was probably a mile away from his location, which meant that he’d probably have to travel 1-2 miles to catch up to her. He didn’t bother messaging her about his plans, but he assumed she’d see it anyways. He was afraid of what might attack her and that she wouldn’t be able to take it on by herself. Where they were entering deeper territory, it was necessary to be wary of the stronger monsters. His strength renewed by the memory of his dead sister and the possible reality of Jojo meeting her first end here. He could not allow that to happen, even if it meant receiving another kick from Jojo. Her life meant more to him than a physical pain he would eventually recover from.
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