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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 16:21:22 GMT
Status: Whipping Out the Weasel
Oxford stood up and stretched, preferring to take a nap to help digest his lunch, but some excercise was also a good way to burn it all off as well. He tilted his head side from side, a nice pop sound being heard as he moved his neck around. Instead of switching to his armor, he opted to stay in his casual clothes, mainly because there was no need to bother with it. His level was high enough now that even if something were to attack him, it would do little to no damage (unless one of those freak level forty-something weasels ambushed them).
"Well, if we're all ready, let's get a move on. All these people are making me claustrophobic."
He waited for the others to reply or make any statements if they had any, making a path through the large groups of people for the others as he barged moved through the crowd. As he pushed his way through with his broad shoulders, he felt somethingA nagging feeling still at the back of his mind. Not a super bad nagging feeling, more like the kind you get when you think you forgot your phone or something and have to pat your pockets down just to make sure it's there. The phone in this case being the trust placed in the mysterious tag-along who suggested this journey.
He pushed the thought back the same way he was pushing foppishly-dressed adventurers out of his way. The main reason for this was to help the level 1s get some battle experience, the Guardian and Samurai supervising in case things were to happen.
(Might be able to take a nap while they're fighting...)
After swimming throught the ocean of adventurers, they finally emerged at the gate to the Windsor Greatwoods. The familiar canopy of trees stretched out before the group, a cool breeze blowing as it ruffled the leaves of the trees, almost as if the forest was whispering invitingly to explore its depths.
Oxford took a deep breath of the fresh air as he stretched his arms above his head, glad he could finally move his arms freely without worrying about hitting someone. He began to feel a little sleepy as the nice weather hit him, almost wanting to sit against a tree and take a nap right then and there. Knowing that he had somewhat of a responsibility to attend to, he pulled up his menu and summoned Omo, his level 9 Brier Weasel he managed to tame in these very woods.
The weasel's head popped out of Oxford's inventory pouch, it's round dark eyes looking at all the unfamiliar faces before climbing up the Guardian's back and resting on his left shoulder.
"Hey, buddy. Gonna need you to help me focus on finding some fodder for the new guys."
He turned back to the others, Omo climbing up onto Ox's head to get a better look at the strangers. He scratched the weasel's head as he introduced him, the weasel rubbing its head against his face when the Guardian stopped petting it.
"This guy's name is Omo. I'd appreciate if you didn't mistake him for an enemy."
Omo then crawled down and examined his subjects, going up to each one and standing on his hind legs as he leaned against them with his front paws. Omo looked each adventurer in the face as if he were studying them, examining them for a couple seconds. He stopped in front of Caer, sensing another Animal Trainer as he climbed up on her shoulder to examine her better. Omo gave the Wolf-Hair a quick lick on the cheek, Ox emanating a quick whistle to call him back.
"Omo, stop kissing the nice lady."
Omo leapt from her shoulder, running back to the Guardian to resume its perch on Ox's shoulder. He ruffled the weasel's fur, beginning to make his way into the woods now that animal/adventurer introductions were finished.
"Heh, you little rascal..."
The weasel arched its back as it closed its eyes, enjoying the massage it received as the two walked along, not quite sure if the others were following him or not. Words: 693OOC Notes: Claim's been put in for Animal Training AP, provisionally acting until officially approved btw. Tags: Trill @dindeen Angel |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 21:21:22 GMT
Trill has spoken. Greatwoods it is.
Caerbannog was about to wonder how they’d get out of the crowd, but then Oxford bulldozed the adventurers in front of them, so all went well up until they reached the gates of Londenium. Once they stepped out of the safe zone, the samurai positioned herself near the enchanter. He was the most vulnerable member of the group; would be bad if a boar gored him to death or something. The other lady in the group was a swashbuckler, so she wasn’t as squishy.
When the guardian stopped walking, Caerbannog halted as well and paid attention to the main tank. Though the samurai herself was a tank and was the highest leveled, as far as she knew, guardians were cut out to be the leaders of parties and Oxford had that air about him too. Pretty cool for someone who started off as a sleepy thinker who fell off a bench, she thought. To the wolf-hair’s surprise, the guardian, who she kept forgetting was an animal trainer too, summoned a pet weasel.
Isn’tthatthemostadorablethinginthe-
Wait. Tank role. Focus.
The samurai blinked at the sight of the super cute fluffy squishy creature which fortunately seemed friendly too. It hopped over to her and gave her a weasely kiss. Okay, maybe too friendly. She didn’t mind at all but Caerbannog did not say that out loud. Based on her experience with Hrairoo, animals tend to go full retard when they are commanded one thing and then another. Like that time when she told Ryuu not to spoil Roo, but he said that it was okay, and so the rabbit ate the assassin’s clothes. Totally his fault.
“ Going after something specific? “ she asked Oxford and looked over to Trill as well as they walked on, “ Teacher System? “
The group would have to go at the enchanter’s pace; she suggested the Teacher System out of courtesy. Caerbannog was careful to not be rude after all, but she thought it unnecessary if they were just going to teach the enchanter about dealing with mobs and working with party roles. In addition to that, Angel was still a suspicious person due to the kill stealing and player killing deal. Also, the swashbuckler was flat.
OOC Notes: --- Word Count: 370 Tags: @dindeen Trill @0x1dea Angel
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Post by Trill on Apr 24, 2014 1:22:05 GMT
| Trill HP: 100% MP: 100% | "I woke up in a dream today, found out the dream was real. If reality is a dream itself, I don't know what to feel." |
Trill followed Oxford and Caerbannog along, unsure where Angel was in the formation but he was sure that she would stick somewhere close. The forests, which he hadn’t been to before as he’d gone out the other gate, were quite beautiful, if a bit dark and dangerous. He wasn’t a big fan of dark and dangerous, but that was something that you would have to contend with if you were going to get stronger. Just one of those facts of life.
His attention moved to the brier weasel for a moment as it was summoned by Oxford, blinking a little bit that a monster of that sort was tamed, even if it was no more than what would be considered a ferret or mink, possibly a stoat, in the real world. He never got into keeping pets as he never had the time to take care of one and the responsibility was possibly beyond him when his was a kid. Not to mention that his strict parents would not have allowed him to have a pet even if he wanted one, not even a goldfish. What a deprived childhood he had.
He cast a glance over at Angel for a moment with Caerbannog’s comment about going Teacher, as he was still somewhat unsure about the sudden attention that the femme gave their group and he didn’t want to possibly put them in some sort of danger if they ran into something that was over the group’s level. Supposedly there were a lot of those sorts of things in the forest, and even if he had Pathfinder active, he would only be able to see a few extra yards as compared to those without it.
Hesitating just for a moment, he nodded to Caerbannog, rolling his shoulders as he looked towards the forest and settling his staff in his hands, “Yes. While it would be easier to have two high levels to defeat the enemies, I doubt that I would learn anything in the process.”
WORD COUNT: 334 TAGS: @0x1dea Angel @dindeen OOC NOTES: I made the question earlier wondering if we should close this thread and move a new one over to the Forest, as that's our location, but I guess that could be a moot point now. Give me your thoughts?
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Post by Angel on Apr 24, 2014 7:04:11 GMT
As the group marched towards the gates to enter the forest, Angel kept himself close to Caerbannog. After all, it seemed like Oxford was the closest to figuring out Angel’s real gender, and he didn’t want him to find out. However these thoughts immediately halted when Oxford revealed his pet. Angel’s eyes lit up as he saw the weasel, and seemed to lose his need to avoid the Guardian’s peering gaze, and stepped towards the adorable little critter. However, as Angel walked towards Ox with his hand out to touch the weasel, it jumped down and ran over to Caerbannog. Angel’s expression changed to what one would call a bummed out expression, then walked back to his spot near Caerbannog. He almost forgot to change his voice as he spoke, which had him re-correct himself with a slight squeak. “L...Lucky.” His eyes were a full on glare, which showed his more masculine features, even behind his hair. Thankfully, he had only glared at Caerbannog, and his face changed the moment he looked away. “Teacher system... interesting.” His tone sounded a tad sinister, as if he was plotting something extremely devious. “I like that idea. Gives us a chance at fighting.” Angel smiled from behind his hair once more, and the way he said everything had a strange air to it. He looked around at his party members, before shrugging. “At least if we are a group I can’t kill steal, right?” He looked around at the three. “I can tell it was bugging you. Besides, that’s not my style.” He emphasized the word ‘my’ in the last phrase, and the way he had said the phrase sounded completely cocky; the exact opposite of what he had sounded like when he was in town. It was as if a simple trip outside of the safe zone had changed the elf from a timid little girl, to a cocky woman in a single instant. Words: 323 Voice Key: Masculine | FeminineExtra: I'm up for moving/creating the thread/new thread. At least then we can change the order around. I felt sorta bad for shoehorning myself immediately after Trill. Just tag Asuta, and I'll find it. Also, coding the “L...Lucky.” was awkward as hell, and I hope I don't have to do it again in the future. Although I think I still will.Tags: Trill @dindeen @0x1dea
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 17:13:31 GMT
Status: Napping Lookout
The sounds of conversation behind him were a good indicator that the group had decided to follow the newly-elected unofficial leader of the group. Why everyone decided to follow was beyond the Guardian's reasoning. Ox never really considered himself a leader; he just went off and did his own thing, and everybody else decided to follow.
I didn't ask for this...
He stared straight ahead as he walked, only slightly turning his head back when he heard Caer's question. Before he could reply, he heard the she-Elf offer up her two cents about the matter. The nagging feeling from before suddenly reappeared, swearing he could hear a slightly sinister tone. The sudden change in the Swashbuckler's attitude also worried Ox, making him wonder if the scene from before was all an act.
Once she was done talking, Ox gave his reply to the Samurai.
"I'll let you play the role of 'sensei'. I'll keep a lookout, just in case something super deadly bad happens."
The white-haired Enchanger had also mentioned something about how while two OPed tanks would be good to have in a fight, it wouldn't do much good for the newbs in way of earning EXP.
I'll also have to make sure I'm far enough away to keep them from Hating me...
"I'll turn down my level some so they don't become enraptured by my leveling wiles."
Pulling up his menu, he went ahead and activated the Teacher System, knocking himself down to a level 10. He went ahead and equipped his armor, since he wouldn't be able to take the hits like he used to.
Omo jumped from his shoulder as Ox did this, running amongst the branches of the trees as the small group progressed through the woods. The weather was nice and warm, the trees providing copious amounts of shade as the sun shone brightly. The Guardian emitted a sleepy yawn, trying to stifle it with his mouth.
The journey was a pleasant one, the group arriving within a small clearing, the sounds of possible monsters rustling in the tall grass all around them. Words: 349OOC Notes: Wrapping up the Londenium part. Now I guess the new thread will be 'Another Day in Windsor'. Tags: Trill @dindeen Angel |
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