Day 01 - New Beginnings [Jovia/ Invite Only]

[Pyre]

The world around him went black as the the screen on his computer filled froum the center with void space, before Felix could react he was out cold. Nothing like this had ever happened in the few years he had spent playing Elder Tale before. Felix Quinn didn't know at the time that that had been the end of the world as he had always known it and the beginning of a magnificent and horrifying new world.

When he started to come too Felix could feel that he was on his back, he could see light filtering in through his eyelids. It was odd, surely he hadn't been out so long that night had turned to day. Shit I probably missed physical therapy. A breeze brushed over his body that suddenly brought Felix out of his thoughts. Something wasn't right he knew that he should be indoors and thus not able to feel a breeze. Opening his eyes for the first time he realized immediately that he was not in his room or anywhere that he could place. Sitting up he looked around at his surrounding him, everything was green like the world had ended and nature had slowly started to take back what was originally its own.

“Where am I?” He spoke allowed.

Without thinking Felix got up and walked over to a wall of solid green and ran his hand over to see if it was the same kind of grass he had been laying on. Then looking down he gave a surprise yell and fell forward against the wall. His breath was coming in rapid bursts as his brain tried to process what his eyes were telling him. He was walking without the aids of his crutches, and there was no pain at all in his right leg, where ever he was his legs were healed, he was just as he had been before his accident.

Bring his hands up to his face he looked them over, his palms seemed normal, but when he flipped them over something strange happened. A menu similar to the one that he had become accustomed to in Elder Tale scrolling through the menu he found his status menu and pulled it up to read over his input.

“Name: Pyre. Race: Wolf Hair. Class: Lvl 1. Guardian.” he murmured as he scanned over the list, then flipping over to his inventory he found that he had all the starting equipment he had picked out before the update came online. With a few quick clicks of his finger he had all his items equipped. So if this is real then I must somehow be in the game. “And if I am in the game...I am not Felix Quinn...I am Pyre...I am a fighter...” He started to pace around getting a feel for everything after all it had been 7 years since he last walked without aid. “...So if I am here I wounder if the others got sucked into this new world too?”

(General - 500 words)

[Ragnarok]

Oswald's new home lied in the game.

    A new player, this one was an Assassin, had begun walking around the city. Most people that were new to the game were, otherwise they were traveling with someone who was skilled or just went guns blazing into the Windsor Greatwood. This Assassin, being a new player, although having already faced his first combat session, was traveling around the city to learn more about this new place. Londenium is what the People of the Land called it. The Assassin was able to find out by eavesdropping on a few purchases in the market area. He sighed patiently, knowing that there couldn't have been much else to learn. He ended up taking a seat at a bench in one of the plazas, watching his surroundings go by, listening to nature and all the sounds to it, waiting...Waiting for someone to come and find him, or was he waiting for someone to meet up with him?

    "A new world...I've already been through the all the four major points, as well as having my first fight in the Windsor Greatwood. Still a bit shaken up from that, but it was actually pretty fun nonetheless. Still, there's so much for me to find out about this new world all of us players have entered. The food is one bit of advice that is at least worth everyone's time to hear."

    The Assassin shivered at the slight thought of having to eat such beautifully prepared food whose taste would be horrible. Nonetheless, the only thing that was edible and had taste was the singled-out ingredients that were used to make the food itself. Variants included: fruit, vegetables, pepper, salt, sugar, etc. ; however, none of these things were good enough to satisfy one's hunger. The supplements didn't fill the stomach fast enough, even if eaten in surplus amounts. At times, it was better to just eat the stale food, rather than eat the sole ingredient. Plus, the Assassin was broke. He couldn't afford to pay for any food or any ingredients to make it, so for the time being, the only way for him to get any kind of gold was to go out to the Windsor Greatwood and grind.

"Okay...Keep a calm head, Oswald...Think in character...Ragna...Much better. Well, as of now, I have two options. I can continue to travel around Londenium and search for my friends. Maybe they'll be around the four main zones of the city. Those were located at... specific places... I can check them out on the area map later, since I've already been there. I don't even know how London looks like in the real world, except for the fact that London holds Big Ben. Back to the main point on hand...Either I search the city or I grind more in the plains of Windsor Greatwood."

    The Assassin's name was Ragnarok. As for the time being, his entire thoughts were stuck on figuring out what to do. When he first found out that he was trapped in the game, he actually stayed as calm as possible, trying to think what was the most logical solution, but in the end, his answer came out to be, "Find your friends." They had all signed up on the game around the same time, but he didn't know if they were actually here in the game with him, or that they had just decided they were going to join him the next day. The group did start around late night, at about 1 in the morning. After all, they wanted to finish off all their homework and get hyped up for when they first started. Maybe Oswald was just going to be their feedback for when they would ask him the day after about how was it. Simply put, Ragnarok didn't know. After about a few minutes of heavy pondering, he finally came to his conclusion.

    "Alright. So far, I spent an hour in Londenium when I entered the game, and so I believe it was a few more hours spent at the Windsor Greatwood. I'll spend another thirty minutes on reconnaissance. Hopefully, I'll be able to learn some useful information that I can use later on, or even meet some friends. That would be great."

    With his final decision, Ragnarok stepped off of the bench he sat on and observed the area he was in. He decided that the right course of mind would be to start from one location, and zig-zag his way through the city, being able to cover blocks faster, and more efficiently this way.

    "Okay. First off, let's head by one of the small vacant fields in the city. I remember passing one not so far away from the river. That's probably the best place to start, as it leads off to several directions, and I can easily circle blocks that way. Hopefully, I'll also be able to locate some kind of remnant or note of their current whereabouts would be expedient to this. Otherwise, I'd have wasted about twenty-five percent of my time on this."

    With this final thought, Ragnarok set forth towards the field with large intent to learn the environment of the Half-Gaia's version of London, Londenium.

WC: 869

[Shepard Dagon]

Good Places, Best Views.

The best views in the city were only possible in the branches of those huge trees scattered around the city and in the top of the several abandoned buildings that gave the city of Londenium its characteristic shape.
 
Those were the places Shepard frequented, some more than others, with a great preference on those surrounded by green fields, the smell of the wet grass, the breeze and the feeling of the sun in his face was what he always loved.

The peace this places gave him was beyond any description, but from time to time, the quietness of those places were severed by a group of adventurers that passed by or in some cases, new players spawning in the proximities.

For one of those ironies of the destiny, Shepard was thinking in the day he got in Elder Tale, how he fainted when everything became weird and ended up in some random tavern for a dwarf’s decision... That day was a total chaos, but in retrospective, it was fun.

His thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a player spawning in the floor, just under the branch he was, seeming confused and disoriented, even when he didn't want to get into the newcomer business, the wolf improved senses intercepted the question he asked to no one... feeling as appropriate, and watching the expression of the new wolf hair, the Shaman made himself known with the soft ring of the bells his "Prayer of Recovery" made upon reaching the newcomer. Then spoke.

-Shepard-
Welcome to Elder Tale, there's no way out.

He said without getting down, he did not meant to disturb the unknown boy, but he had to greet him at least to help him clarify those doubts he had just like every other who got in here for the first time.

In the distance Shepard managed to catch a scent, one familiar, proving to be of the assassin he saw the other day in the woods while hunting Kumori, he just remained shut, hoping things won't get out of their hands, he just came back to his nap position in the branch and tried to focus again in his own thoughts just like before.

But those things were never easy, the newcomer might had questions to make to the shaman, and maybe his bad luck will attract even more people to the place, turning his quiet spot to some sort of center of public meeting, even if he was used to it, he was running out of places to be alone with the nature, more and more join this world every day and the city is starting to be overcrowded, maybe it was the time for the shaman to move to the woods and live there, so peace can finally be achieved at any time in the day.

Accepting his fate, the wolf said a few other words to him.

-Shepard-
If you have questions, you may ask, things are not complicated around here though.

Word Counter : 500

[Pyre]

Felix looked up in the tree alerted by the sounds of bells. At first he was startled by the presence of another person, but quickly his emotions went from relieved to curious to worry. It all began with one simple statement made by the other Wolf Hair.

“Welcome to Elder Tale, there's no way out.”

The words rang in his ears, Felix's eyes were wide at the very thought. With his left hand he tried to pull up his menu and find the log out option. When he pulled up the menu a quick flick of the wrist brought him to options and finding the log out option brought a small relief. With a grin he pressed it hoping to prove the rather melancholy wolf wrong, but nothing happened much to his dismay.

He told you it wouldn't work, didn't he? What reason did you have to doubt the fact? His thoughts quickly turned angry at himself for being so naive in hopes that it would be different for him. Walking over to the tree the Wolf Hair was in he felt his right leg start to give as years of muscle memory were used to him limping on it.

“Dammit.” he muttered under his breath as he caught himself and started toward the tree once more, when he reached it's base Felix looked up almost amazed by the fact that someone could climb something so big. He studied the other Wolf Hair for just a moment, the man was obviously tall, but his pale skill was an oddity as much as the man seemed to be at home in the outdoors. He could tell from a distance the man was thin, but not in an unhealthy way.

I wonder if that is what he really looks like or just what he created his avatar to look like? With a frown he looked down at himself. Felix had created Pyre to be close to his own body type, sure the character had a bit more muscle around his shoulders and chest; and much more muscle where his legs were concerned he had stayed mostly true.

“So you're here to answer questions or is it just some coincidence that I ended up here the same time as you?” Pyre frowned, even as the words left his mouth he already new the answer. This man wasn't an NPC so it would have to be a coincidence. “Never mind, do you know what happened? I mean one moment I am sitting in front of my computer waiting for the patch to finish it's install and the next thing I know everything goes black and I am laying here in the grass.” and I am able to walk like I could before the accident. he added silently as his eyes cut across the field they were in to see another player entering in the distance.

This player looked as lost as Felix himself felt, something told him that he had discovered the trap that left them stranded in this unknown world as well. Without taking his eyes from the man at ground level he spoke to the Wolf Hair in the tree again this time with one more question.

“Just how many people are trapped here? How many people have been sucked into this world with no way out?” Felix's voice took on a tone of both curiosity and fear, but under them both there was something else, something stronger.

(General - 576 words)

[Ragnarok]

This is their life. Be strong and embrace it or take a hand.

    Time passed by as Ragnarok rushed to the field. He didn't have anything to wait on or have anything else to do, so why not work up a sweat while he was at it? Ragnarok ended up removing his armor, as he began his jog towards the field. A note that came off as surprising to Ragnarok was the ability to take off armor manually, without the use of the menu, and placing it inside of the seemingly-infinite space of the Magic Box. Physics pointed against the idea of such a large space in a tiny object, but this was an MMORPG full of magic; physics had no power in here. Ragnarok had the option of taking his armor off this way, but the cons to this act of equipment management was that it would simply take way too long. The U.I. was always the easiest way, and so Ragnarok kept using that for most of his needs. Currently, Ragnarok was wearing his character's casual clothing, a black sleeveless shirt, a pair of black leggings, and black boots, a fitting appearance for a role-playing Assassin underneath all his armor. In the end, he was relieved of all of that weight. The only times Ragnarok had ever taken off his armor was when he slept, which was how he found out he can remove his armor manually when he would fall asleep after taking it off, only to wake up in the morning and don his armor once more.

    "Ahh...Finally...I don't know why I didn't think about this before. I mean, I have done a lot of surveying in Londenium, but this is my first time...Quite stupid of me to be honest. Well, there's nothing I can do about that now, but continue on this little 'side-quest' of mine."

    After his constant jogging in this body of his, Ragnarok ended up at the field, out of breath and sweating due to exhaustion of his legs. Without any notice or care, Ragnarok stumbled over to a tree, sitting down against it as he began coughing and exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, over and over until he could finally breath properly once more. It was at this moment when he finally noticed that he had taken a seat in the middle of a meeting between two people. He looked at the Wolf Hair on the ground, quickly noticing that he was a level 1 player, based on his appearance and location and that this was his first meeting with other people. At the exact same moment, there was no doubt in his heart that he felt another two eyes on him. He quickly looked from side to side in unspoken calmness, until he finally looked up to see another Wolf Hair, this time, sitting on a branch; however, this Wolf Hair was familiar to him. Ragnarok knew him when they first met in his first fight or quest. His name was Shepard Dagon. As for the other Wolf Hair who appeared to be a new player, he looked carefully at his appearance, being able to open up the information box with a careful examination instead of having to apply pressure to an invisible menu to check. He stared at the Wolf Hair with a blank expression for at least thirty seconds while he gathered his thoughts.

    "Alright. Shepard's here and he's apparently greeting the new player. Well, at least this is better than our first meeting with each other which was through a fight. Ahh, good times. Well, what about this new guy...His name is...Pyre. A level 1 as I was able to guess. Wolf Hair which was pretty obvious from the start. A Guardian...Pretty good...Subclasses are Pathfinder and Blacksmith. Both seem pretty fitting for a Guardian, plus he's about...twenty to forty centimeters taller than me? He's tall, nonetheless. Hopefully, he'll be easy to get along with."

    "Oh...Heh...Hey there. Sorry about barging in, I was just on my way here from a different place. Got tired, and so I decided to take a rest over here. Wasn't paying attention and so I ended up here. Nonetheless, nice to meet you Pyre. Oh yeah, hey Shepard! Haven't seen you in a while. You've been doing fairly well lately?"

    Ragnarok's easiest answer to this type of situation was to simply make good introductions and be his kind self to others, which was normally how he presented his image to people. Nothing much changed from his personality in the real life and when he came into Elder Tale. It was as if he treated Elder Tale as reality itself. To himself, he just simply believed that everyone should just try their best and be who they are. No one should hide from who they are, and this was who he was. He'd protect his friends, if he had any, and he'd treat anyone new, with an optimistic air.

WC: 824

[Valanthe Nailo]

Everything seemed so surreal, or rather like it shouldn't be happening even though it felt real. Being trapped in a game with so many others, and no way out at all either with crappy food. Vala, blessed with the rather dumb luck of making her character like her so there wasn't much change in walking for her. Part of her was glad she wasn't on her male cleric, and instead had made Vala instead. A slight gulp moved down her throat before her arms wrapped around her and held onto herself tightly. It was indeed a very chaotic and unlucky break after all, and part of her hoped Kuru and Pyre hadn't joined in yet before this catastrophe. Who knows, maybe people started noticing by now so they wouldn't be trapped in here like she was. What about her other friends that got her into this game? Her family and friends? Instantly green eyes started to swivel about towards each and every person as she brought up her menu. No, nobody looked familiar nor any names really which gave her a little sigh of relief.

Ears twist and turn on top of her head, pointed towards any noise around her as she walked amongst people and the city. Vala's tail twitched behind her in frustration and annoyance, even as one of her fangs found her lip to grind into. What was she doing anyways? She played this before, she needed to get stronger and her skills up high to survive. Mind started to race, pulling blanks as she seemed to forget what she was doing before coming back to the city. A soft sigh as she shook her head and leaned against a rock she found. "Alright Vala get ahold of yourself, your starting to shut down from too much stress and crap... Take a deep breath.... Thats good now Vala remember... Remember fighting low levels, questing, working on getting gold and levels so you can buy stuff you need... Buy supplies once done and get chef and farming stuff done too... Just because the food tastes like crap doesn't mean it doesn't do anything and might be a good thing to learn."

The fox tail just gave a little nod, her voice was soft as she mumbled to herself but others probably heard her. Frankly though she didn't care, and they probably did the same thing at least once since getting stuck in here. But before she could mouth off to someone to ease her irritation she noticed a group of three people near a tree. Might be a group or meeting place, and was about to turn her head when one of the names seemed to pop out to her with her menu up. Wait... Pyre? No it wasn't him it couldn't be.. Yeah he knew something was wrong and that was just someone else that decided to use that name... Had to be.... Vala's feet started to lead her towards the group though, not really bothering to be silent or stealthy, hoping to get a closer look to assure herself.

Word Count: 511

[Shepard Dagon]

Familiar Faces, Familiar Experiences.

The temperature started to drop slowly with each minute, the sun began to hide between the clouds, soon the cold breeze made Shepard feel uncomfortable in the heights of the tree branches, so he just jumped from there to another and then to the ground. He looked at the guy with some neutrality in his face, keeping the distances.

The guy began to ask questions about the situation everyone was facing, such as
"Do you know what happened?" or "How many people are trapped here?"
Shepard just looked at the ground as if he would find the answers there, making some kind of calculus to reply with at least some exactitude, but he wasn't able, instead he just gave some generic answer that might help.

-Shepard-
I can't say I know what happened, it was the same for everyone...

Taking a pause Shepard realized how close the assassin got.

-Shepard-
And I don't know how many are here, but I can't say we are little...

Suddenly but expectedly, the shaman was cut off his explanation as soon as the assassin started talking with his... greeting, he sure talked a lot... maybe assassin was a class for extroverted people...

"Oh...Heh...Hey there. Sorry about barging in, I was just on my way here from a different place. Got tired, and so I decided to take a rest over here. Wasn't paying attention and so I ended up here. Nonetheless, nice to meet you Pyre. Oh yeah, hey Shepard! Haven't seen you in a while. You've been doing fairly well lately?"

More like a long speech than a greet for the wolf... he didn't knew well enough the assassin, but respect was what made Shepard answer him, even with just a thumb up while the boy still were behind him. Shepard was not a person of many words, but even so he waited for the human to get closer for a proper greet.

-Shepard-
Hello, we can say it was calmed, so fairly well indeed... What about you?

That was as much as he can offer for the moment at least, but soon another scent filled partially the air... a fox tail, maybe the only fox tail the shaman met... it was the druid that was with the assassin... they both did a good job that day... but Shepard didn't talked too much with them anyway... things happens for some reason, maybe he will have to socialize with them... maybe not.

Then again Shepard just rose his hand a little bit up to his shoulder as a way of greet, she seemed a bit worried but it was none of Shepard's business so he didn't said a word, just the normal steps back.

-Thought-
This is beginning to get crowded... aren’t there any places where I can be in peace for at least two hours? The guild house is always full, the abandoned buildings are always crowded, in the gardens I'm harassed by slimes and here the people spawn... Can't someone get some rest?

Shepard sighed, leaving now would be rude, no matter how much he wanted to, hopefully the event will end as soon as it started... hopefully before it started to rain, being wet cold water was not a thing Shepard liked more than be with strangers.

Shepard looked through his inventory and equipped his hooded leather jacket, a rain drop fell from the sky and it was soon followed by a fair amount of water drops; with a hand signal, Shepard marked a spot where the ancient tree provided refuge from the water, once everyone was there the chatting continued.

Tags: Pyre Ragnarok Valanthe Nailo
Word Count : 604

[Pyre]

A little disheartened at the idea that there was more that were trapped in the game with no idea on how to get out. Pyre turned as another presence had entered the field, he couldn't quite explain how he had know it just that he had a feeling someone was closing in on them. What he saw could almost have passed for normal because jogging towards them was a young man who appeared to be out for nothing more than a jog in the sun. As the young man came closer something strange happened in Pyre's field of vision as he was given the man's name above his head and a green and blue bar under it representing his current health and mana percentage.

Ragnarok wasn't wearing any armor when he approached them, but what startled him even more was the fact that he addressed him using his own name. It took Pyre a moment to realize that he could probably see his basic stats just as he saw the assassin's. What's more was that the assassin seemed to know the shaman that had helped answer some of his questions. They are friends but, why would they hang around beginning spawn points. A suddenly uneasy feeling crept through his bones, he had always heard of people hanging around spawn points to kill new players for easy experience. Though just as quick as the thought had entered his mind it left, if they wanted me dead it would have been much easier to simply attack from above before I had realized I wasn't alone.

“Not to sound rude or anything but, I take it that you two no each other?” Pyre spoke still a little uneasy about the entire situation he felt outnumbered here and that was something he didn't appreciate especially when death in this new world wasn't a certain thing for him yet. Sure if he died when it was still a game he would just be resurrected at church in the last town he visited, but now? Was death permanent?

Feeling another presence entering the field Pyre turned, ignoring the answer that was to come, and was greeted by the site of a female fox tail entering the clearing. While he waited for her basic stats to appear he also started to mentally prepare for a fight if this was such a thing. When the girl's name appeared Pyre's breath caught in his throat.

“Valanthe Nailo...No that couldn't be him...” Pyre muttered at first, but he quickly raised his voice to call to the strange fox tail hoping she would hear over her own mutterings. “Tyreel? Is that you? Why did you decide on a female this time?” He studied the woman and couldn't help but feel a twinge of familiarity to the way she looked, something that had to do with his old life the one before he had even discovered a way to escape it through playing games on his computer. Man this is really going to be embarrassing if she is a different person.

(General - 509 words)

[Ragnarok]

The rain continues to fall on a newborn's day. Beginner's luck.

    Ragnarok watched as the rain fell down upon their conversation. He sighed as he watched Shepard move to a small patch that the tree provided to lend shelter to anyone that needed it. He signaled for the group to come along with him, so Ragnarok was the first to oblige out of the remaining three. He made his way there, calling out for the rest to follow along, and they all gathered together, comfortable in a spot away from the treacherous water. Their conversation continued there, as Ragnarok reviewed the questions that were given out. The first one that came to mind was simple, it was the one that Shepard had given him.

    "Oh, I'm doing fairly well lately. I've just been hanging around the city, and I got here, because well...I'm trying to find my friends that I believe had entered the game around the same time I have. I came here, because this place is one of the fair few starting points that lead around the city, and I just so happened to come across you, Pyre, and our friend Vala. And, what was that Pyre? I could've sworn I heard you calling Vala, Tyreel, and based on your reaction, Vala is a guy in real life? That's interesting to know."

    While Ragnarok was keeping a casual smile throughout the conversation, in his mind he was confused. Vala had a voluptuous body that didn't bother him, but the details were too much. In his own sense, she disgusted him with her body; nonetheless, Ragnarok couldn't do anything about her. Her body was her own and she chose to do whatever she wanted to do with it, or he wanted to do with it if what Pyre was saying was true. He sighed as he listened to the rest of the conversation, thinking about what just happened.

    "Okay...If Vala is really a guy, then wow...I don't even know what kind of guy would want to turn on other men with that kind of body, or women in some cases. Is she possibly some kind of homosexual that enjoys this? Or maybe she's a trap with one of our own...Who the hell is this person, and what kind of connection does Pyre have to her? I don't know, but what I do know is that I want to find out through acceptable options...Not ones that will get my a painful and deep scar for the rest of my Elder Tale life."

    Ragnarok cast a quick look over at Vala, staring at her for a second as he looked over at Shepard. The Assassin soon grew bored on his exterior while his interior was full of theories, theories of Vala's true gender, beginning with her look. Her body could leave men lusting for her, but as for him, her type wasn't for him. He preferred petite women that were kind and sweet. Hopefully, he'd find someone like that in this game. His thoughts suddenly swayed off to thinking about that one anime where the main character was stuck in an MMORPG, similar to the situation they were in, and had ended up marrying one of the other players. He laughed under his breath, knowing that the entire anime in its own basis was basically plot armor. Ragnarok shrugged off the dull-witted thought and brought his mind back to the situation at hand.

    "Yes, her body is that of a woman that men could lust for, but why...Oh my goodness, I'm going in circles here! Okay Ragna. Just calm down. There's nothing to worry about. You can figure out the problem, just look at all your options that you have. If I try to solve it now with a frontal approach, all that will do is set me on bad terms with Vala, but if I wait for Pyre and Vala to reveal more amongst themselves, then I won't have to get my hands dirty. That's the best alternative to this situation, so I'll have to go with that. Sorry Pyre if you get into any trouble here. I'll repay you somehow."

    Ragnarok laid back against the tree's interior and watched the rest with his kind smile. He didn't have much else to do, but just lame it out, just as how he did it in some fighting games with his friends. Those were times that he remembered and cherished forever. Friends were important to him, and if he was able to play his cards right in this situation, then maybe, he'd be on good terms with the new player, Pyre, the sensual Vala, and the mysterious Shepard. It'd take a while, but Ragnarok was sure that he'd be able to do it, given the right hand to play from.

WC: 798

[Valanthe Nailo]

Vala's face visibly fell, dread filling it and possibly even a touch of despair as she looked at Pyre... Not really looking at the other two around them at the moment, it was her friend, it was him.. Tears even started to threaten at the corner of her eyes to spill forth, and as soon as one tear does she tries to run up and wrap Pyre in a big hug. "No, no no no, your not supposed to be stuck in here too!! What about Kuru? Have you seen him? He isn't stuck too is he?!" A light sniffle escapes from her before the rest of his, and Ragnarok's words, started to process through her mind... Tyreel, guy, girl... oh yeah.. A little sheepish smile spread over her face as she pulled away, quickly wiping away her tears.

"Sorry, guess I should properly explain myself... I am actually female and decided screw it, I want to play someone who is my same gender and body pretty much... I played Tyreel because I didn't want to deal with guys ogling me.... Guess I was lucky with us all stuck in here, I won't be all clumsy trying to get used to a body that is too short or skinny or something." Blinking a few times though she glanced at the other two, wait... one was that shaman and that other one was the assassin who was hiding as well. Vala reached up to rub the back of her head with an even guiltier smile on her face before she shook her head. "Sorry you two, guess that was a little bit of an awkward conversation... but hey can you blame me? Just keep it a secret will ya? I don't really need anyone to think I am indeed female and look like this to boot. Though if you guys don't trust me and think I am lying well alright then that works too."

Word Count: 322

[Shepard Dagon]

Not Much of a Talker Anyway.

Shepard just watched how the things were happening, the fox tail seemed to react strongly to the idea of finding a friend trapped here too, just as much as Pyre; their faces did not resembled to show any emotion like happiness nor sadness, something mixed between those emotions, something the shaman couldn't notice.

Having your friends trapped in here with you should suppose a great relief; you have someone who you know, someone you can trust and depend on, but at the same time having your friend with you in such situation meant that they had to go through the same thing, the same story, losing contact from many others, having their life changing so drastically and feeling lost and alone.

The shaman wolf didn’t had anything to do with that, so he just stay shut until everything finished, then discretely looked at the druid for a moment, then at the assassin, he was being too obvious about what he was thinking, and even spoke openly about it, which sounded a bit rude given recent situation; Shepard just let it go through.

Vala limited to give an explanation after an apology, even when she owed that to no one; Shepard learnt not to give any importance to the genders in the games, given that those could be falsified, so he didn’t care about it at all, but anyway, this was a situation where she didn’t had a reason to lie, and gave some valid points about it, being stuck in a body that doesn’t suit your real body in proportions would surely be a pain, it would imply to learn about it from zero and get used to it, then again the same thing would happen once we left the game… if we did some day.

-Shepard-
I don’t mind, and you don’t owe an explanation… I’ll keep that as you requested, I’m not much of a talker anyway.

His mind changed the topic for itself again to what he thought earlier… he didn’t know if he should feel glad about not having any real friends trapped in here or depressed… he didn’t had any real friends back in the real world, so things like that did not worried him, but given the circumstances he just watched, he couldn’t help it but feeling quite sad about it, maybe if he had a friend there things won’t be so bad from the very beginning; yet again, mourning about the past didn’t had any sense, nothing would change, so better let it go an keep going with what he had already, a bunch of friends he could call family in Aeryn, and that was really a lot more than what he might ever had imagined in his other reality… being trapped in this game wasn’t that bad, and these newcomers would soon discover that by their own flesh.

-Thought-
They seem to be nice kids, I will talk to Kumori later about some things; maybe they will like to join us some time in the future.

Tags: Pyre Ragnarok Valanthe Nailo
Word Count : 510