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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 12:02:42 GMT
Equipped: Charcoal Yoroi with Pitch-black Yukata | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) - :: - Skill: ---
Caerbannog was quickly going through her word limit for the day. The only thing that kept her going was the fact that Wermut seemed to genuinely need help with every little thing. Not that she thought it was annoying; it was nice to feel like someone actually needed her. Even if it was just regarding the system or their surroundings, it was a nice change of pace. That said, the samurai struggled to explain the Call of Home skill. She’d forgotten how she acquired it exactly... was it from a quest or...
“ St. Pancras Station, “ was her answer, “ Landers sell common skills and recipe books. “
The samurai had just told her companion how to obtain the skill, but not its purpose. Caerbannog thought hard so that she could actually string some coherent words. Knowing Wermut, he would probably find it difficult if she was to speak in julienned sentences.
“ Use Call of Home in city to designate, and then... if used outside of city, you go back there... to ‘home’, “ was what the blue-eyed wolf hair said.
At that point, she turned to look at Wermut and check if she’d done him much damage. He seemed to be fine though, save for the inquisitive look on his face probably due to the mention of a skill unknown to him. Caerbannog still had that curious expression every now and then, but only when she was in the company of certain people. Wermut was not one of those people; not yet at least.
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Post by Fallash on Apr 15, 2014 12:31:37 GMT
Lennart listened carefully to each word Caerbannog said, nodding multiple times as he finally understood. The people of the land sell things other than crafting materials? Awesome! Once I get back I need to grab this skill and... set London as my home I guess. His mind was set, London would be his new home. He turned around and looked once more at the Dragon Tree, and his mouth started moving without his brain backing it up. “I guess soon you should find a Scribe to make a map to this location huh?” He smiled happily once more from the success of them finally finding the tree. “I would definitely remember this place. Would be the perfect place to just visit, plop down, and relax.” Lennart turned back to Caerbannog to see her response before continueing.
“I guess this is where we say goodbye, huh.” He smiled, and it was a genuine smile. “I’m a pathfinder, I can find my own way home. You, on the other hand, can just warp home.” He opened the menu to start leaving the party and stopped at the screen that asked if he wanted to leave the party. He was about to click yes before he stopped. “Perhaps we could meet up again sometime. I wouldn’t mind.” However the next phrase was probably the stupidest thing he could have said at the moment. “You could bring Kumori too, we could go on adventures all over the place.” His brain wasn’t thinking. He hadn’t revealed to Caerbannog that he knew Kumori yet, and it was obvious that he didn’t even realize what he was saying either.
Health: 78%
Mana: 100%
Words: 272
Extra: So close to ending the thread! We made good progress :3
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 12:48:20 GMT
Equipped: Charcoal Yoroi with Pitch-black Yukata | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) - :: - Skill: --- Wermut mentioned the word ‘scribe’ and only then did the samurai realize that they’d not written down anything about the place. Not that it mattered, she could just scribble down anything on the parchment, and the system itself had recognized that they reached the required destination what with the resounding “1/1” of objectives completed in her quest list. Johansson would have to deal with a half-assed story and an even worse map though, for the wolf-hair was unable to draw even one straight line. As the other samurai bade farewell and suggested that she warp home, Caerbannog wondered if he really was a ditz, very optimistic or truly suicidal. She looked at the darkness of the Marshlands from where they came, and then at the pathfinder who soon revealed that the assassin who helped him ‘deal’ with the rabbits was indeed none other than Ryuu. Once again, Caerbannog had that deathly glare as she pondered about all the ways with which she could punish her brother. There was that resistance item research that she’d put off for a day or so; if she could catch the assassin on one of his days off from work and adventure, then she could exact her revenge. “ So it -is- Kumori! “ Caerbannog then grinned at Wermut after having confirmed that fact from the samurai himself. Her grin, or rather wide smile, was strangely disconcerting if someone were to describe it. The samurai seemed to be thinking of something rather sinister even though her face was with a pleasant expression. Caerbannog soon called up her interface and sent him a Friend Request, after which she clicked the [Call of Home] skill. Some sparkly bluish-white lights danced around her as the teleport animation played. She then wave goodbye to Wermut while mentally thanking him for telling her about Ryuu’s mean streak. | OOC Notes: EXIT. | | Word Count: 305 | Tags: @dindeen Fallash |
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Post by Fallash on Apr 15, 2014 13:06:00 GMT
Lennart flinched as he realized what he had done as Caerbannog yelled out Kumori. The other samurai looked particularly scary at that moment, and Lennart was getting worried. Finally clicking the leave group button, another window popped up. Friend Request: Caerbannog. A friend request? Woohoo! He made a friend! He accepted it quickly before she casted ‘Call of Home,’ and waved back to her as she left. The moment she left his smile faded and he slumped over. “Kumori is going to kill me.” He sighed, and re-activated his Battle Perception, utilizing it to it’s full extent as he bolted through the marshes. It only took him several hours to find his way back to the road, and then a couple more hours to walk back to London where he took his typical place in one of the alleyways for a good nights rest, but not before rushing over to the npc shop and buying the Call of Home skill that he had just learned about. That was the final time Lennart was going to walk home.
Health: 78% (end of thread)
Mana: 100% (end of thread)
Words: 178 (end of thread)
Total Words: 4541 (Thread Total)
Extra: EXIT, Thread complete!
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