Post by Lazarus on Dec 19, 2013 22:40:41 GMT
| Her stomach growled for the umpteenth time that day, and Laz finally knew what the meaning of true hunger was. Rubbing her stomach to soothe the angry beast, she looked about with a sigh. The streets were filled with distraught people who were either sobbing their eyes out or muttering to themselves. After finding that she was stuck in Elder Tale, Laz did what any normal person would have done - sucked it up. Just because they were stuck in a video game didn't mean it was the end of the world, sure it was weird but it wasn't the end of the world. Though looking at the people around her, apparently they didn't share her thoughts on the matter. However that meant more exploring for her, and possibly more food in the process. Raising her arms over her head, she stretched before putting them behind her head. The sky was a summery shade of blue without a single cloud to be seen. The air was quite warm, and the cicadas could be heard if one focused hard enough. The smell of fresh grass, and the sounds of nature were soothing. Looking ahead of her, she saw what looked to be the remnants of an old train station. Moss was growing on the outsides and it didn't seem as though there was much traffic coming in and out like the real world. However, she could hear the People of the Land calling out their wares and the sounds of meat being chopped which meant food. Excited and suddenly on her toes, she darted through the crowd - an excited ball of yellow. Upon entering the train station, it was magnificent on the inside though utterly lonely. There were many people there that had set up their shops, there were buildings although some were run ragged while others looked good enough to inhabit. The railroads that normally was used for transportation had been left abandoned, wildlife taking them over along with the walls of the train station. It seemed absolutely lonely void of the usual noise and smells of the real world. "Would you like to try a rice cake, ma'am?" Looking up, she turned around to notice a man standing behind her. His hair was greyed and came to his shoulders, he was hunched over holding a cane in one hand with a rice cake in the other. His face was quite wrinkled along with his hands clearly depicting his age, though he had smile lines and a friendly look to his face as he stared at her with warm chocolate brown eyes. "The name is Gerald Clemmings. Though you can call me, Grandpa Gerald. What is your name?" Often Laz's mom and dad told her not to talk to strangers. Though this man was apart of the People of the Land, and if she remembered correctly they weren't very prestigious when it came to combat. Even if she was level one and didn't have the best equipment, she could still take him. However, it was odd. Usually the People of the Land never confronted players unless asked, could this be another feature of the new Elder Tale. "My name is Lazarus, but you can call me Laz." "Laz, hm? Very well, as a token of appreciation for humoring this old man, heres the rice cake." Placing it in her hand, she looked from it to him and he gave her a wave before hobbling off towards one of the shops. Looking down at the cake once again, she gave it a sniff before taking a bite out of it. A smile formed on her lips until her eyes widened. Continuing to chew was a heavy task, and as she finished the rice cake - Lazarus felt dead in side. This world was out to kill her, she knew it. Perhaps that man wasn't as friendly as she thought. While her stomach felt a bit fuller, she felt sick to her stomach and plotted on a way to get revenge on him though in the nicest manner possible. With a sigh, Lazarus took a seat on the edge of the platform dangling her legs off. Staring into the void of the train's tunnels she thought vaguely of her mother's cooking. What she would have given to sit at the kitchen table and eat with her family instead of eating that aesthetically appealing rice cake. If her brothers saw her now most likely they would have laughed, though she wondered if they were okay at the moment. What was her mother most likely thinking from her being in this game so long? Was she even still there in the real world? Did they know where she was? Heaving out a sigh, Lazarus looked down at her hands taking in the appearance of the leather armor that covered her body. Although it wasn't battle-ready, at least it covered her form modestly enough. She had a katana equipped onto her back along with one on her hip. She wasn't a samurai, but she could fight with one at least. To survive in this world, she'd have to do some quick thinking and a lot of fighting. Climbing to her feet, she stretched once more prepared to shove off before hearing her stomach growl. An eyebrow twitch followed and she looked about wondering whether or not she should ask someone for food. She didn't have any money, she couldn't stay at an inn and the people around her were rather down on their luck. What else was there to do. She wished that her mother was here, or her father, even her brothers. If her family was here, it would make everything better and she wouldn't feel so lost and alone. "Mama." Although she missed her motherly dearly, she knew that the woman wouldn't be coming to save her anytime soon. The thought hurt but it was true, and she wouldn't want her mother to be caught in a game not knowing how to play. This weakness, this instability, the feeling of wanting to rely on someone else - it was all so foreign and had to stop. Laz wouldn't allow herself to stoop as low to cry for her parents, she wouldn't sit about like the people here. If this was a game, then she would do her job as a player and win it. Even if she had to be as evil and conniving as they came, she'd play. There wasn't any type of alternative that she could see, and what would be the harm in having a little fun. |
LAIKA OF GS!
