Underneath the Hardened Shell [Closed]

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made The weather was cloudy and it was quite muggy. It looked like it would rain within an hour or so. The temperature was a little on the chilly side, but comfortable. Inside his suit of armor, Yuu was really feeling the muggy air as the stagnant feeling inside his armor added to the clamminess he felt. With the insulating layer of his tunic keeping his armor and skin separate, the cool feeling of metal was so far away. It came in handy when it was raining since it stopped the rain sapping his heat through his armor, but it was in hot weather and muggy conditions when it became annoyingly counter-productive. Walking along the street, Yuu found himself at the St Pancras Station. Because he had taken up a crafting class called blacksmith, he was interested in learning more about it. If it was the same as when he moved about in combat, then it was sure to be a unique experience to forge weapons and armor, as well as other items which make use of metals. Each step made a clank as the starter full plate armor connected with the ground. It was unimpressive, and he wanted to get some new armor, most preferably something he could make himself. Though to match his current level, it would have to be made with the same level of materials. Those materials would require his level to be higher in crafting. He hadn't exactly explored all of this and found the information himself, but had compiled such knowledge, wisdom and know-how from other games he had played. He's already bought materials to use in crafting, but with no idea how to go about doing such, he was abstaining and looking around for the meantime. Pausing for a moment and standing in the shade, he let his white armor rest against a corroded wall as he heaved out a breath, sighing in regards to his predicament. His resolution to be a stoic person who appears strong and reliable was a bit stressful, having to be careful of everything he did and said. Or rather, what he refused to say. He really wanted to wander about in just his normal clothing without the heavy, cumbersome and claustrophobic armor, but he felt it would be safer to keep it on so that no one would know what he looks like. A sort of mystery that people would always think about. What did he really look like underneath the armor? He could imagine the looks on everyone's puzzled faces. Over the time he has been in the game, he has only ever taken his armor off when alone in his room, where he can be certain that there is no one who can see him. The armor did have advantages of sorts, though. He was never good at hiding his expression or feelings, so the full face helmet was a life saver. On top of that, he was more aware of his posture so his semi-feminine subtleties were easily fixed. At least while wearing the armor. Tensing his as many muscles in his body, he stretched with a minimal amount of movement as he prepared to move on. Starting his pacing anew, he looked around at the station itself. It was in such a bad shape. Maybe fixing it would serve as a good pastime and way to test his blacksmith skills. If it was working with metal, surely he could do it. He had read some books on construction among other things, so he knew the basics of infrastructure. School had taught him what he needed to know about corrosion and whatnot, so he had that covered too. Still, if it was about work, perhaps he would be better off working at a cafe or restaurant in Londenium, or maybe even create his own. He did it in real life, so why not do it here? Losing himself in thought, Yuu ended up walking into a wall. There was no one looking from what he saw and he glanced around, so he had saved some embarrassment at least. Without chowing concern for his actions, he brushed it off. Being armor, the bump itself had made some sound but reduced the sensation of walking into something. He wasn't walking very fast to begin with, so he was okay. The only thing hurt was his pride. Leaning against the wall, he pretended he was intending to be there, tapping his fist on the corroded wall seemingly intentionally. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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StatusBored of smithing. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Pwyll A day like any other, but the difference was that Caerbannog had just woken up after another tiresome day at Sarum. She’d been crafting mindlessly for adventurers and landers alike, and being a blacksmith was quickly becoming torture for her. She wanted to cook, damn it! But Kyuu was a practical person, as was her brother Kumori, and so the two usually did things that were logical and avoided investing too much emotion in their daily activities. She remembered seeing him rather bored of repetitive needlework; he probably took that crafting class so that he could create and mend his own armor. If the game was A Realm Reborn, Kyuu would have just taken all crafting classes already and maxxed out their levels; but the game was not ARR, it was Elder Tale. The samurai had to switch out her beloved Chef subclass for a more practical one which was Blacksmith, if only to be able to create metal weapons and armor both for herself and for the people around her. Thus the girl found herself at St. Pancras Station once more. She was eager to learn about smithing from other smiths, if only to stave off boredom, if only to keep her interest in the crafting class alive. Was there nothing more to it? Was it really just about forging and hammering and quenching items? Since subclasses were not usually displayed on the interface, she was not sure if anyone that she’d come across was a blacksmith. Save maybe for Jojo, their guild’s healer who supposedly was a smith though Caerbannog had never seen her work firsthand. Oxford and Scoria were scribes, that much she knew from having worked with them at Sarum; Capsule was a pharmacist, enchanter and golem tamer. What was the dwarf’s crafting class? She never bothered to ask. It didn’t matter, because dwarf. In any case, that thought reminded her of a certain creature which she was yet to get acquainted with: the Enemic Buster Hyzenthlay. Without a second thought, she summoned the elite rabbit; chaos usually ensued with her around, but only if Roo was within the vicinity. Kyuu was wise enough to not to summon both rabbit creatures at once. “UWAAA~N~!” the silver-furred rabbit steadied herself so that she would not fall down on all fours when she was summoned. Unlike Hrairoo who seemed to be used to being summoned and unsummoned even when he’d just been tamed by the samurai, Hyzen was still not used to being a tamed creature. She was not hostile towards her tamer, but she did lose her balance when she’d just been summoned. In addition to that, the rabbit made her own decisions with whatever and only took the tamer’s instructions as ‘suggestions’. If only Caerbannog could speak to the rabbit directly, things would probably go differently. Or not. In any case, once Hyzen was let loose to St.Pancras Station, she bounded off ahead of her tamer and looked around at the shocked adventurers. An Enemic Buster in town? Who in the world would bring such a thing into Londinium? Caerbannog, obviously. “Ah, please excuse us...” the wolf-hair politely said to some surprised landers. As usual, she wore her schoolgirl uniform with her nagamaki sheathed by her side. The world didn’t have to know about the clunky samurai armor that she actually used, and she didn’t have to deal with its clunkiness either. But apparently there was someone willing to deal with what was usually regarded as a nuisance, and Hyzen saw him walk right into a wall. The enemic buster hopped towards that person clad completely in a metal armor. As always, the rabbit stood on her hind legs and had her arms crossed in front of her chest. She pointed her club at the person and then she turned to her tamer who was close by. “Did you see that? This idiot walked right into the wall!” the rabbit said in Lapine, something that adventurers and landers could not understand unless they had a specific skill, but she kept talking anyway, “Look at him now! Just standing there and pretending that he intended to do that! Can I pummel him to death? Hmm? Hmm?” At that, Hyzen was poised to attack the swashbuckler but the samurai dashed over just in time, picked the rabbit up as she sprang towards Pwyll, and then she hugged the silver rabbit tightly. “Sorry for rudeness...hope you’re okay,” the wolf-hair bowed towards the plate armored adventurer, not really caring about that appearance. WC: 750 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made While he tried to cover up what he had done, there was still some odd furball thing that insisted on pointing out what had happened. Though Pwyll had no idea what the creature was saying as it made movements with its mouth that indicated talking, he still had a gut feeling on what it was saying. Not only that, it looked like it was getting aggressive. He had no idea what monster type it was, but he knew it was tamed. He remembered seeing the sub class, animal trainer. The first skill you get as a tamer was scout and then something along the lines of a summon after that if he remembered correctly. As the pet looked like it was getting ready to attack, Pwyll just removed himself from the wall and stood to face it, knowing he wouldn't be in any danger. From what he knew, fighting was forbidden inside the city so he would be safe. If not, he could just run. Seeing someone approaching from behind the pet, he made the connection quick enough that it would be the trainer. Sure enough, the trainer caught the fluffball that was about to pounce on him, preventing any problems from occurring. But now he was in another predicament. There was someone in front of him who had talked to him. Usually he could shake off conversations but this one seemed difficult. Statements can be replied to with a nod, and yes or no questions can be answered similarly. Other basic questions can be answered with gestures such as pointing in a direction, but he had to be careful with every gesture and every bit of body language he put out. Standing straight at the moment, hands to his sides, he thought about how to respond. He had been given a question in the form of a statement which is difficult to answer. ｢...｣ Tempted to speak, Pwyll refrains and gives a silent nod. Looking at the person opposite him, he confirmed her characteristics and dedicated it to his memory. From what he could observe upon a heightened recognition or memorization of a glance, It was a female wolf tail with dark hair in front of him who was of shorter stature than himself. Though since this was a game, and height could be deceiving (as with his real height), it was difficult to tell her age. Since his HUD was in transparency mode, he couldn't see the wolf tail's name or level, and he couldn't be particularly bothered knowing at the moment. After all, it would only be important if one, he was talkative, or two, if knowing the level of the player was of importance such as during combat. Still, there was a trick he had picked up in real life from his studying of psychology, and that was discerning information from a person's eyes. Learning what they have been through, how old they are by the age in their sight in regards to how much they appear to have seen, and how bright or dull their view is. He had no idea if it would work in the virtual world he is in now, but it was likely it could. After all, Pwyll now had a tail and ears under that white armor of his which he could stroke and feel as if they had always been there. He even learned to move them at will. All a matter of mind. Bending one knee and sliding the other back, Pwyll, or rather Yuzuki, leaned forward to reach the same height as the person he stood in front of. He would appear intimidating from a distance, or in fact from the person it was happening to, but Yuu was completely oblivious to this. He was more curious than anything else, to see if his developed talent in real life could be used in the game of Elder Tale. Through the single horizontal slit in his helmet, he looked into the eyes of the player in front of him, peering into those blue eyes with his own obsidian eyes. Being this close, his own eyes would be visible through the slits, showing his own curiosity and interest rather than aggression and intimidation. Satisfied, Pwyll stood up straight again. His conclusion: the person in front of him was of a similar age as him and also may have a similarity to him. Though he didn't know what. It was similar to seeing colored jelly with a shadow of something inside it. Deepening his voice enough to reduce the feminism and androgynous feature to it, Yuu decided to speak. If only a single word. ｢Pwyll.｣ His voice came out on the masculine side of androgyny, but he spoke rather softly out of habit. He was energetic in real life and spoke confidently, but in his current environment, he couldn't help but be a bit withdrawn. All because of his own conviction. That said, he was more lenient towards females. He felt that he was more comfortable with them, similar to being with his brother, for the simple point that they won't judge him on his appearance alone. They would see it as somewhat positive rather than how a male would react by showing less confidence in the person. His studying of psychology books really made him over-evaluate every situation, but it was worth it at times. Looking up at the sky, there still seemed to be time before rain would come. Though the muggy atmosphere wasn't settling down in the slightest. He really needed to take his armor off, but there wasn't anywhere in particular he could take it off. If possible, he wanted to go hide somewhere out of sight, remove his armor, and then walk around like normal. Maybe carrying one of his weapons to throw it off a bit, and change his posture and walk to match. Turning his attention back to the person in front of him, Pwyll couldn't exactly say hello. so instead he held out am armored handshake. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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StatusScared but not rude. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Pwyll The connection that a tamed creature and its tamer was unlike any other; even though there were similar summoning classes in Elder Tale, the animal trainer subclass was unique in its own way. Unlike summoners and druids which called forth creatures that had pacts and contracts with adventurers, or simply came attached to the class itself, animal trainers had to actually take something from the game’s environment and appease it enough for the creature to submit to the will of the tamer. Caerbannog herself started out with the low leveled and very common frenmic rabbit Hrairoo, and recently she scouted and domesticized the frenmic rabbit’s meaner relative, the Enemic Buster. Thus Hyzenthlay was there in all her seemingly-rabid glory. Even though she was in the wolf-hair’s arms, the rabbit flailed her club and tried to reach the full plated adventurer before her. “LEMME AT HIM! LEMME AT HIM! I’M GOING TO SMASH HIS ARMOR IN UNTIL HIS BRAINS SPLATTER ALL OVER THE PAVEMENT!” she screamed in Lapine which sounded mostly like high-pitched shrieks and squeaks to adventurers who could not understand the languages of nature. Caerbannog did wish that she could understand what the silvery creature was saying, but all she could do at the moment was to work on her levels until she was able to unlock a language barrier breaking skill. Such a thing did exist, though the wolf-hair would have to read up on it to know how it actually worked. Moreover, there were so many creatures in Elder Tale and it was not possible to understand them all right off the bat, right? As with real world languages, each one had nuances that the animal trainer would have to get used to. That aside, the samurai wanted to make the enemic buster stop her rudeness but Hyzen kept at it, swinging her club everywhere though not close enough to do the swashbuckler any harm. Speaking of the swashbuckler before her, he merely answered with a nod. That was positive, right? It meant that he was okay, right? Caerbannog couldn’t really tell what with armor all over him, and all she could make out was that he was a swashbuckler who was named Pwyll. That adventurer then did a most curious thing: he stooped low to the samurai’s height and seemed to inspect her closely through the small opening of his headgear. Even Hyzenthlay stopped her shenanigans as she looked up at the adventurer who suddenly had gotten too close for the enemic buster’s comfort. She would have slammed her club right at his chin if not for the wolf-hair’s quick reflexes. Kyuu held onto the rabbit’s club before it was swung towards Pwyll’s face, but she did not break eye contact with the adventurer before her. Eyes of a dark color but the expression was nothing of that sort. The samurai did not mind the sudden intrusion of personal space for after all, she did come to St.Pancras Station of her own accord; a busy place any time of the day and any day of the week. What did unnerve her a bit though was the adventurer’s height. He was one of those gigantic players. Or at least, that was how he seemed to little Caerbannog. Everyone above her brother’s height was a giant. Never mind that the swashbuckler was just as tall as Scoria, a friend of hers; to the wolf-hair, this and that were different. The person before her was not Scoria and his being clad in full plate armor made him look all the more ‘scary’. A change in Caerbannog’s expression signified that she was bothered by something, for her worried look changed to a distressed one and to onlookers, it seemed as if the girl was about to cry. But she held her tears in remembering that she was not a child anymore, and there won’t always be a Ryuu-oniichan to buy ice cream for her when she got upset. There were times when she had to deal with her fears on her own; and no, violence was not always the answer, no matter what Hyzenthlay said or insisted. “K- “ she started to introduce herself in response to the swashbuckler’s concise introduction. The first sound of her real name and her in-game name were slightly similar, “Ker.” That was all she said, something between ‘ker’ as in ‘Kermit’ and ‘care’ as in ‘Care Bear’. It did sound weird but that was the result of her holding back her tears out of fear for the giant before her. Hyzenthlay sensed her tamer’s distress and so the rabbit lowered her weapon, relaxed in the girl’s arms and gently patted Caerbannog’s hands. Despite her outbursts of screeching and violence, Hyzen was kind at heart. Though that kindness should never be abused, lest her demeanor switches around suddenly at which point an abuser’s head would be bashed in by the enemic buster’s club. When an armored hand was held out to her, Caerbannog had to stop herself from flinching. She thought back to the time with a monk who was really tall and big and had a fairly manly voice too; he scared her so much that she cried and she made quite a scene of it. But she was soon sorry for the man was nice and her antics distressed him greatly. As for Pwyll, his gesture was a friendly one and it would have been rude if she did flinch, and it would also be rude if she did not reciprocate his gesture. So, with one arm around Hyzenthlay to keep her from wrecking faces, Caerbannog held out the other and took the swashbuckler’s hand to shake it. Her grip was weak and unsure, but she managed to look up at the other adventurer’s armored head. “Nice to meet you,” the samurai said, “You okay in there?” No, wait, she already asked that before. The question should be rephrased. “Uhm uhm... I mean. Your armor... not hard to move in?” was her follow-up query. WC: 1000 || Code by Neun of ET. 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[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Watching the girl's reactions throughout their interaction, Pwyll tried to get a grasp on her personality. Could he open up? Could he talk? He needed to know just how much he needed to close himself off, or likewise let himself open up. Seeing how startled the player was getting, Pwyll felt a bit guilty for how he was acting. The tamed pet was also starting to worry for its trainer from his point of view, so it was a bit disheartening to act in such a way. Receiving a weak handshake, he responded with a weak grip. To give a weak grip in response shows inferiority, whereas responding with a stronger grip shows superiority or aggression. By matching grip strength during a handshake, he was putting them on even levels. There were many things he learned about psychology and body language that he can consciously adjust, sometimes subconsciously manipulate if he practiced hard enough. To reduce his aggression, he went down on one knee to shorten himself and put the girl, Caer, on an even or higher view. Caer. Thinking on this, Pwyll couldn't help but smile in his helmet. It has a welsh sense to it, similar to his own name. Hearing the broken phrases spoken to him, he thought for a moment, then turned his head to the side as if trying to hide that he was in fact having trouble with the armor. To add some misdirection, he answered vaguely and while avoiding answering the actual question. ｢Do you think so?｣ With that reverse questioning, he posed a rhetorical question. He wasn't particularly looking for an answer. His voice was lighter this time, more androgynous than before. This way, it wouldn't be as threatening. It was still soft and low in volume, but adequate enough to hear for only the person in front of him. His helmet made the voice metallic and resound in his head. Looking around to see if there were other players around, he confirmed that player activity in the vicinity was next to zilch. With this, he knew he could speak more freely knowing only the person in front of him, Caer, could hear him. Still, he had to determine how much he could trust her mind and personality. Moving on to speak of what he wanted to talk about, he used the same voice as before to spread his word. ｢Caer. In Welsh, that means Castle. Caer Myrddin is Sea Fortress. A strong name. Pwyll is Welsh Mythology.｣ Speaking in a minimalistic fashion, Yuu got straight to the point and tried his best not to revert to his real tone of voice which was much more feminine. If that voice, his posture and his appearance were revealed, there would be no doubt that others would see him as a girl. Again. Finding a spot in the shade with seating, Pwyll looked at a nearby seating which couldn't quite be considered a bench, and seemed a bit unfitting as it appeared covered half in moss and slightly corroded, but would still serve its purpose. Using a hand gesture to indicate to have a seat, Yuu walked over and sat down without hesitation on the mossy part, leaving the cleanest part for Caer to sit on. It was only armor, so he didn't mind much. There was shade as well, so his armor wouldn't be as clammy hopefully. Looking at the girl, he voiced his current thought with an uncaring yet slightly afraid tone. After all, it wasn't nice to be disliked. ｢Do I frighten you, Caer?｣ His pronunciation was pretty spot on since he was using a name of the same type. He didn't want to say, but the spelling of Caer reminded him of Chernobog, translated from a language he doesn't know, meaning Black God. The response to his question will let Pwyll learn more about the person he was with rather quickly. By identifying the tone of voice, the way they spoke be it in a stutter or withdrawn, silent like, and the words themselves, he'll know what he wants to know. Being hated or disliked will be disheartening, but it does help him understand how he is viewed by others. He goal was to be viewed as a stoic character who rarely speaks, if at all. The no speaking part is already broken, but that couldn't be helped. His brother, by the name of Arawnn in Elder Tale, was the only person at the moment he didn't have to be concerned about letting himself relax around. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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StatusScared but not rude. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Pwyll For an armored giant, Pwyll’s handshake was surprisingly weak; perhaps that was not the word for it- the handshake was strangely ‘gentle’. Caerbannog half-expected her arm to be pulled off by the seemingly stronger adventurer. Never mind the difference in levels, the samurai took to her fellow adventurers by their appearances because they were people, not monsters in the wild. With that, she thought him less fearsome after such a short greeting. The wolf-hair tilted her head a little to the side as the swashbuckler spoke once more. He had asked her if she really thought that his armor seemed troublesome; she straightened up and answered with a nod. Even speaking was probably difficult through that, she thought. When she was new to Elder Tale, she had considered walking around in such a thing so that she would be able to hide her appearance. A short girl was not exactly the most convincing look for a tank. But certain circumstances prevented her from doing so, and for that she was slightly thankful because she was able to walk about as herself and not from within a tin can. So she looked up at the swashbuckler whose class normally did not have to wear plate armor; if Pwyll decided to walk around in such a thing, there was probably a reason aside from ‘because I want to’. She wasn’t one to poke her head into other people’s business, but the armored giant wasn’t excusing himself to get away from her just yet so the samurai stayed as well. “IS HE SAYING MEAN THINGS TO YOU? WHAT’S UP WITH THAT HAND THING? I’LL RIP HIS ARMS OFF!” Hyzen shrieked again but at that point, she just seemed very cross. She’d already understood that her tamer opposed physical violence, but that did not mean that the rabbit would stop yelling expletives or other similarly rude things. When Pwyll mentioned something about names, the samurai’s eyes narrowed down to slits. Did he not notice her complete name, or maybe he did not know how to use his interface? Caerbannog could not help but be surprised by the sheer amount of people in a UK server who did not know how to pronounce her name properly, or in this case, did not make the connection between her name and a certain movie’s villain. But the girl did not say anything about that. Maybe an opportunity would present itself so that she could explain her name properly, but it would have to be done later. Caer followed the swashbuckler to the shade and sat close to him, on a fairly clean spot which he seemed to have left open just for her. While she was dense in some ways, Kyuu could still recognize kind gestures. So when that question came, something that she did not expect from a fellow adventurer, Caerbannog looked up suddenly at the armored giant. Her eyes widened and she was visibly surprised, but moreso because of the actual question, because someone actually asked her about it. Usually, people kept mum about their observations of her or did not care how they were perceived by her, but Pwyll asked about it and that left the samurai unable to answer instantly. “Yes,” was her honest answer for the samurai would never lie. It was just a thing that she promised herself, no matter how inconvenient the truth was, that she would never lie. But she knew that the answer was rude, and the thought itself of being afraid of a fellow adventurer for no good reason was also rude. Since she had to answer that question, then she might as well state her side of the story. “Because... tall people... scare me,” came her explanation, “Taller than me. Taller than Ryuu-oniichan.” Caerbannog’s eyes were still fixated on the armored face. Though she could not see beyond it, she thought it rude to look away during such a serious conversation. As for Hyzenthlay, she understood nothing of the dealings between bipeds, so she just sat then on the samurai’s lap still secured by the girl’s arms. One wrong move from Pwyll though and a bloody club would be sent crashing right at his face. WC: 695|| Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Having his HUD display again, Pwyll glanced over at Caer to check her name and level. He didn't like having it constantly on display while in the city as it made it hard to look around with all the name, level and HP bars blocking his view. Observing Caer's reaction and answer to his question, he took a few moments after that to think on it and come to a conclusion. ｢I'm frightening...｣ Speaking unconsciously and barely audibly, his voice was both reassured and disheartened at the same time. His tone of voice had changed to an androgynous one, no longer masculine or feminine. Leaning back and letting his helmet hit the corroded wall behind him, he stared up at the cloudy sky full of dark grey. Hearing the remark about height, he couldn't help but give a smile in his helmet. For his age, he was on the short end of men and the high end of women in real life. The only reason he wasn't shorter was probably his age. Being 21 now, he was about 5'6 or 166cm tall at the age of 18. Probably another inch shorter a couple of years before. Thankfully, his growth spurt raised his height well enough. With his real height currently at about 5'9, his game was at 6'0, a full three inches taller. Hence the stumbling when he first began playing. Looking at Caer's height now, he would have to say that he was taller, but definitely not a tall person. ｢Game's are convenient. I'm shorter in reality.｣ Saying so with the androgynous tone of voice, Pwyll sat up straight again, wanting to fold his legs but finding that his armor was too bulky. Giving up, he adjusted his seating position as he was rather uncomfortable. Being a fox tail, he could hide his ears and tail with ease, but he preferred to keep them out since they gave him a weird sensation of feeling something that he didn't really have. His tail was currently wrapped around his waist and feeling stiff, and his ears were still flattened against his hair to make it look like he didn't have any. Not that anyone could see with his helmet on. Regardless, he liked to flatten them and hide them around others since not only did his own baby-like face betray his emotions, but the ears would also subconsciously pick up on emotions and move. He had no particular reason to keep talking with Caer, but since the only other person he has talked to since getting stuck in Elder Tale was his brother. This didn't include interactions with people he passed by and People of the Land. ｢Blacksmith. Not started. You?｣ Keeping his speech short, Pwyll was really tempted to talk normally, especially since it was a girl, but he refrained from doing so. Looking around at some of the vendors quite some distance away, he noticed that most players had already moved away. Not only that, even people of the land were becoming scarce in this area. Had he walked into a deserted area without knowing? Or were people moving away for different reasons? If they saw some girl being bullied by a bigger person, players tended to ignore it as they wallowed in their own sorrows, while few would actually start something. Checking the weather once again, he confirmed that it wasn't quite ready for rain, though it did look pretty dark. In fact, it looked more like thunderclouds. Just as he thought that, he heard a rumbling. Just what were the chances, anyway? He doesn't remember seeing much thunder and lightning back in the real world. He wasn't afraid of lightning or thunder, but he disliked it. It was the same for open flames. If he focused on an open flame for too long, his head would begin to hurt and he'd have bad dreams the following night. Checking the surrounding buildings, it seemed unlikely to find a place as shelter. Wearing armor, he felt less safe. Sure, he was in a safe zone, and he didn't even know if lightning could strike him, but the thought of that happening was enough to make him shiver. Feeling the hairs on his ears and tail spike up, he stood up and turned to Caer. ｢Let's find some shelter before the storm hits.｣ His voice sounded a bit rushed and uneasy, but he tried his best to remain calm. Remembering to keep pace, Pwyll walked, leaving Caer to set the destination as raindrops began falling one by one. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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StatusOut of the rain. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Pwyll Caerbannog stared down at her feet when she saw Pwyll’s reaction to her answer. He seemed upset by it, or at least that was what the difference to his tone and how he leaned back against the corroded wall signified. The samurai half-expected evil laughter to emanate from the Tin Man since she knew that there were people who played like that in MMORPGs; players who wanted to establish their name and reputation across servers by being downright assholes who went about scaring people or killing them if the game so allowed. The swashbuckler was not one of those people though. He merely asked the question to ascertain what she thought of him, and so understandably he was upset. The wolf-hair couldn’t take back what she said, and wouldn’t take it back either for it was the truth. So for the longest time, as the Tin Man sat there thinking matters over, the samurai looked down at her feet, right at her black shoes. Hyzenthlay did the same; she leaned against her tamer and stared down at her rabbit feet as she wiggled her toes. The samurai looked up at Pwyll when he made that comment about his height in reality. Wasn’t that difficult? she thought. Back in Sarum, the girl and her brother had come across an adventurer who was also fully-clad in plate armor. That guardian did not speak for the first half of their meeting, but towards the end, as the pair of crafters finished repairing his armor, the guardian finally spoke up. It was then that he revealed that he was actually a ‘she’ in the real world, and her voice gave that away thus the silence early on. Caerbannog’s presence seemed to have put the guardian at ease though and she started talking, and she talked a lot about her brothers, about her dilemma with the avatar that she chose, and how she’d been hunting to save up for or to find an appearance-changing potion. Pwyll sounded like a guy beneath the armor and behind his avatar, but a difference in height between his real world appearance and his in-game one couldn’t possibly be convenient, right? “I’m like this in real world...mostly,” the wolf-hair said, since of course, she did not have wolf-like features in reality. A topic that interested her was then brought up. It was about her crafting subclass, and by chance, the swashbuckler took a similar craft. It made sense, what with the heavy armor which otherwise would have put the player at a disadvantage; the skill of the blacksmith subclass offset that limit. “Level 22 Blacksmith,” Caerbannog replied as she pointed at herself, ”Pretty boring.” Hyzenthlay’s ears perked up when she heard a loud noise from the sky. It meant that rain was imminent, and she’d rather not risk her fur getting wet and icky. The enemic buster flailed in her tamer’s arms and once she caught Caer’s attention, the rabbit pointed up to the sky. It was then that Pwyll stood up and suggested that they find shelter. Being in St.Pancras Station, however, there weren’t many places to duck into since the stalls and shops were occupied by merchants and crafters who did not like idle non-customers. There was one place that the samurai did know about, a blacksmith’s stall that she rented while its lander owner was away on vacation. “Follow,” Caerbannog gestured for the swashbuckler to walk over to the smithy area of the station. Heavy raindrops began to fall as the pair made their way past some hurrying people. Up ahead, the blacksmith who recognized the adventurer waved at her as she approached his stall. A large tarp had been extended overhead; the lander having been a resident of the Station since before the Catastrophe, he was used to sudden downpours and was always prepared. “Here to ask about more smithy things?” the dark-haired man asked the much shorter girl. The samurai shook her head. “Not me, Aldrin-san. Maybe Pwyll,” she then pointed to the armored adventurer, ”Would like to stay out of the rain too.” The lander laughed heartily and motioned for both adventurers to take a seat across his fired-up furnace. WC: 695|| Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Pwyll kept up with Caer, nodding when she said to follow. Finding himself at a Lander's blacksmith shop, he noticed straight off how the shelter had been prepared beforehand and that the dark haired people of the land was quick to mention blacksmithing. Having trained himself to focus on the entire picture instead of looking at the main point such as a person, he unconsciously picked up these little tidbits of information. Feeling cramped inside his armor which was now glistening from the furnace and rain, he took a knee (kneeling) where he was, just barely out of the rain, and kept a fist on the ground, the other arm resting on his knee. Being in such bulky armor, this was about the best way to sit down comfortably. Since he was wet, he didn't want to ruin anything he sat on properly. Not that much of the station itself would mind, being in such a state of disrepair. Hearing the conversation between the player and lander, it was easy to determine that they were acquainted. When the subject of blacksmith tips came up, Pwyll was the one who had to respond this time. Pausing for a few moments, he internalized the situation. Since he only had to worry about the adventurers opinion of himself, it didn't really matter too much what landers thought of him. With his superior power, they respected and sometimes feared adventurers regardless of their appearance. Deciding it was alright, he spoke up in a more confident tone than he did with Caer. He kept the androgynous tone at least. ｢I'm just starting off smithing. To be honest, I don't even know where to start. I would like to eventually forge my own set of armor and, say, 100 swords. To start with.｣ With that absurd objective stated, the confidence in his voice, contrast to his class level of one, made it seem like he actually would, or could do it. At this point, he sees the sky light up, followed a few seconds later by a thunderclap. In response to this, Pwyll's armor made a light clank as his body twitched. He truly wasn't use to lightning and thunder, so he was just like a child exposed to something both amazing, dangerous, unknown and frightening. Until he gets use to it, he would probably keep flinching. Or who knows, maybe without the support of someone, he may just become afraid of lightning. He had been through them before in real life, but he was always the only one able to sleep through every single storm. Standing up, he looked out at the sky above, ignoring the rain hitting him. The dark clouds let out their moisture with no holding back anymore. Just as the rain died down slightly, the sky flashed again. The rain started up again following this, and the thunder came a bit louder and a bit faster than the previous one. Was it getting closer? Pwyll had backed up unintentionally back under the shelter, still staring upwards as if both terrified and fascinated, though only his eyes were visible, and those were pointed skyward. Trying not to look troubled, he turned back to the blacksmith named Aldrin to hear his advice on how to be a blacksmith. However, his attention span couldn't last long. After all, the next lightning flashed. In his head, he was remembering the times the orphanage staff and his parents told him what to do during a lightning storm. He was 21 now, so he should be fearless, but facing something he didn't know was still frightening. With Elder Tales blurring the lines between reality and game, he found it hard to ignore what was happening. Knowledge he had of what to do was find a dry spot, do not wear metal, and do not be out in the open. Strangely enough, he had all of this applied to him. Soaking metal armor and not considered to be indoors. Not only that, the St Pancreas Station happens to be made of metal. In other words, a giant lightning rod in his mind. He knew that he would find lightning fascinating, but he had to get use to seeing it first. As another flash happened what seemed like overhead with the thunder striking almost at the same time, Pwyll began running without a word. Just running to wherever. heading down a windy alleyway, he manipulated his equipment screen, removing his armor just before slipping and falling over, huddling into a ball. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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StatusNot out of the rain. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Pwyll Once the lander Aldrin took a good look at the pair of adventurers before him, he stepped out of their way mostly due to the presence of the enemic buster. He also noticed Caerbannog’s level which had risen considerably compared to the last time that he saw the samurai. A mean look from Hyzenthlay did not help the situation, and the lander almost let out a whimper when the rabbit waved her club at him. It was only a warning though, and soon the elite beast was engrossed with grooming her lovely silver fur. The wolf-hair took a seat as was offered to her while taking care to watch Hyzen’s tail which might hit something or someone. “A hundred swords?!” came the lander’s exclamation when Pwyll spoke of his objective. He raised an eyebrow at the Level 1 Blacksmith, but moreso out of curiosity as to whether the adventurer could actually reach that goal or not. The lander knew that adventurers were capable of far greater things than he could ever hope to achieve, and Pwyll was no exception, unless he was all talk; none of the adventurers that Aldrin met so far were just all talk, and so he had no reason to doubt the swashbuckler. A hundred swords was a long way off though, so he thought it best to teach the basics of smithing to the adventurer first. As Aldrin turned around to fetch some tools for a short lesson, it was then that lightning and thunder began to occur consecutively and soon enough it caused visible discomfort to the swashbuckler. While the lander did not notice that, Caerbannog did, for a rattling suit of armor wasn’t exactly the most unobvious thing in all of St.Pancras Station. “Are you oka-“ but then Pwyll dashed off before the samurai could finish her question. “RUN AWAY TIN CAN!” Hyzenthlay shrieked. The enemic buster pointed her club at Pwyll as if he had done something wrong, but really, it was just a habit of hers. The rabbit did not want to go back into the rain despite her shrieking towards the runaway, but she couldn’t do anything since Caerbannog had a firm hold on her, and the samurai decided to chase down the escaping metal armor. He had a headstart and took a few sharp turns with no obvious destination, at least none from what Caerbannog remembered for he did not seem to be heading towards a specific part of Londinium; thus the samurai found it a bit difficult to tail him. She ran through a few alleys and turned back many times until she passed by an alleyway wherein someone was huddled on the ground. Through her interface, she determined that he was Pwyll, though unarmored at that point. “He’s a weird one...” Hyzenthlay huffed and she struggled to get out of the samurai’s arms. The grey skies were unforgiving and it might take a while before the rain would calm down to a drizzle. The alleyway was no place for adventurers or for anyone else really, not amidst such a downpour; so Caerbannog walked up to the swashbuckler with Hyzenthlay behind her, ready to dash forward and pounce at the other adventurer should he try anything funny. The wolf-hair stopped when she was just a meter away from Pwyll, and she took a few cautious steps forward. He’d run away for a reason unknown and had taken off his clunky armor, so she thought him distressed or something similar. And distress caused panic, which in turn could make people do things that they would not normally do. “You’re not okay...” the samurai knelt down beside Pwyll at the direction which he faced so that he would not be too frightened or surprised. Caerbannog then put a hand on his upper arm; she’d never been good at comforting people or talking them out of situations, so all the girl could do was to throw something practical at the swashbuckler, “Want to go get hot chocolate?” WC: 666 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made In his mind while laying on the cold ground with rain pouring down on him, Pwyll was going over past experiences where he did something like this. He lost his memories of before becoming an orphan, so there were things he couldn't remember experiencing, but he felt he had lived most of his life from then on anyway. His first time watching a horror movie when he was about 13, he had dashed to his room and slid under the bed, curling up into a ball. His brother managed to coax him out after a while like the big brother he was. Another time was when he was bullied in the orphanage for his feminine looks, as well as his odd eye and hair color. He managed to run away that time and was later found by Leif who had an idea on where he would go. He had a high tendency to run away when experiencing something negative, or something he wasn't use to. It wasn't because he was afraid all the time, but more that he didn't know what to do and couldn't sit still. Where others would curl up into a ball and cry in their room, Yuzuki would go for a run with no heading in mind. Sometimes he would go back if his head cleared up, sometimes he would find a seat to relax on. This time, he just curled up into a ball since he felt like the thunder was chasing him. He knew it wasn't scary, but he couldn't stop jumping every time he heard the thunder or saw the flash because he was unaccustomed to it. Seeing Caer pop up in his vision, he was a bit disheartened because he was so use to it being his brother that would find him and look after him. He couldn't keep relying on him like that. Following this thought, he just realized he was completely exposed now. His face couldn't be seen since his arms were blocking it, but his thin build was visible enough. With only this much combined with his hair length, it could be passed off as being androgynous if not masculine. His fox ears had quickly perked up and then down again, reflecting his troubled mind, his tail also seeming restless. He had removed his armor because he remembered that lightning was attracted to metal that stood out, in particular it was attracted to conductive materials. Hearing the first lot of words spoken to him, it took a while to click that she had first asked if he was okay when they met. Remembering this, he felt some of his composure return as he calmed his body down, relaxing his mind first. With his forearm being touched, he stiffened up at first before relaxing again. Bringing rationale back to himself, he got his mind back in order first by thinking through what he needed to do. Structuring his thoughts, he relaxed his arms, using them to prop his upper body off the ground, then relaxed his legs and adjusted them so his stance was a kneeling one. With his wet hair strewn across his face, his facials couldn't be seen at this point. Taking a few deeps breaths in, he adjusted his hearing with eyes closed so that he didn't jump at the thunder. He then opened his eyes, watching his vision light up from the flashes. If he had to compare it, he would say it was similar to when he had first been shocked by electricity, experienced his first loud unexpected bang and being stunned by a sudden increase of light altogether. Linking these together, he found it more bearable and exhaled a long breath. Hearing Caer's caring words, he felt he no longer needed to hide what he was like, despite his somewhat shy and embarrassed emotions at the moment. Tucking his hair behind one ear so his face was visible, he turned to the girl with a stiff smile. ｢Some hot chocolate... would be nice, thanks.｣ He looked a bit pale, be it from the shock or the weather, but he didn't look frightened as before. Not that his expression could be seen earlier. His soft, smooth face reflected femininity which made his appearance look much more girly than when he had armor on, or when only his body/build could be seen. Standing up and beginning walking (with Caer) to the nearest drink seller, his posture and walk had become much more refined and much more feminine. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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| PARTY; Pwyll, @dindeen, Arawnn
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StatusOut of the rain again. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Pwyll What lay before Caerbannog was quite a sorry sight compounded by the downpour from the grey clouds. Sorry because he seemed truly afraid or upset, and the cold rain from the skies of Elder Tale did nothing to hide his frailty. Of the current situation, only one thing turned out positively it seemed; the samurai no longer found Pwyll intimidating. He was tall, yes, but he wasn’t as massive as she thought he was. He didn’t look like an adventuring golem; just a much taller person than her. The wolf-hair let go of the swashbuckler’s arm as soon as he moved; invasion of personal space was never nice after all. As he began to collect his thoughts, Caerbannog stared at Pwyll curiously. Was it some sort of trauma that had caused him to run? Did someone call him via Telepathy? Was he threatened by the lander’s presence somehow? She did not know the answer. The only rather similar occurrence that she’d ever seen was when her own brother locked himself up in his room for days and refused to open his door. It turned out that he had a realization about himself, and unlike Caerbannog who dealt with such things internally, Kumori who’d always been more outgoing than the samurai was more visibly and outwardly affected by it. Rather than ask Pwyll what had happened, the wolf-hair thought back to what might have caused it. The smithy Aldrin? Nah. They conversed normally. Hyzenthlay? Nah, if the swashbuckler had a fear like Fallash’s then it would have been obvious from the start. Could it have been caused by the downpour and successive lightning and thunder? That was likely. There were people who were afraid of thunder and lightning after all. Pwyll, who’d been armored until that point, unequipped his plate sometime during or after his random running; was he afraid of being hit by lightning? If that was it, it made sense that he took the armor of, but the running away made less sense. If anything, he would have been safer at the smithy’s stall away from open spaces. Then again the whole station itself could attract lightning... in any case, Caerbannog had an idea as to what set the other adventurer off, so she did not prod further into his business. The important thing was hot chocolate. “He is soooo weird!” Hyzenthlay shrieked but she did not attack the swashbuckler for he seemed quite pale already. As for the samurai, she nodded at Pwyll, stood up and led the way towards the chef section of the station. Although most of the stalls there sold fresh produce and cooking utensils, there were small shops made from tents and a few sets of tables and chairs. Caerbannog ran ahead and inquired if there was one run by an adventurer, and she ran back to the swashbuckler once she ascertained that such a place did exist. Between larger stalls and tents, a small shop beneath a heavy leather covering and a resilient, pyramid-shaped wooden frame housed two tables for four. One was occupied while the other was not, and behind the tables there stood a counter with a plump adventuring lady chef behind it. Behind the counter was a menu which listed breads and pastries, and hot coffee or chocolate for drinks. Hyzenthlay hopped right into one of the empty chairs and Caerbannog motioned for Pwyll to take a seat, then the samurai herself went over to the counter and ordered some hot chocolate for two and a plate of milk cookies WC: 590 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Following Caer to the stall, Pwyll was no longer reserved in how he acted since he was freed of his armor. It wasn't like he could play it off anymore since his features had been seen. Not only that, he was seen in quite the embarrassing situation just now. Just thinking about the embarrassment made his face red. Accompanying this was his ears that perked up and tail that reacted as such. Patting and stroking his ears back into place flat against his hair to hide them naturally, he felt soaked having just been in the rain for so long. Entering the stall and sitting down at the same table as the samurai, he sat with his legs together, slightly angled and both hands on his knees, back bent forward slightly to add up to a rather feminine posture showing how reserved or embarrassed he was. Once again, his feminine looks showed on his face. Running his fingers through his hair, he combed it back into how he usually styled it, getting the water out as he did so. Having the long hair slung over his right shoulder, he began stroking it for lack of knowing what to do. Seeing Caer order their drinks and some food, he gave a quick word of thanks, followed by a light bow. He was still tense as the lightning and thunder resounded, but it was getting further away so he was calming down well enough. When the drinks and cookies came out, he felt like a child again being spoiled by his adoptive parents. It was among his favorite treats because it was the first kind of treat he got since leaving the orphanage. The orphanage was rather minimalistic in that sense. The happiness showed quick enough on his face. Yuzuki was always bad at hiding his feelings since they showed on his face so easily. ｢Thanks for the food. I love these!｣ His voice had become quite feminine now, reflecting his real life voice. He was also the more childish out of him and his brother. Despite him already working and helping support his family, he stayed childish at heart to make up for the childhood he doesn't remember anymore. He real life appearance was also more childish. Grasping his cup of hot chocolate, he took a whiff of it to take in the aroma. It was a habit from working at a cafe. Satisfied, he took a sip and let the warm liquid seep into his body through his hands on the outside and from inside of him. Taking a bite of a milk cookie, his expression instantly went sparkly and glowing with his eyes lighting up. It was like seeing a child who just ate the sweetest thing they had ever tasted. Washing down the first cookie with a mouthful of hot chocolate, Pwyll breathed out a satisfied breath. It was still rather muggy despite the downpour outside. Taking a moment to center himself, he focused his thoughts and then opened his mouth. ｢I suppose I should explain my actions. I have a tendency of doing some healthy running when faced with something I'm unaccustomed to. You see, I've never actually been in a thunderstorm before so I felt rather... vulnerable. Sorry for showing such an unbecoming sight of myself. And sorry for appearing so intimidating earlier. I'm easily misunderstood in the opposite way, hence the bulky armor which covers me all up.｣ With his semi-low feminine voice, he spoke his mind while in the previous closed up feminine posture as before. He knew he acted and looked feminine, but he couldn't help it. He found it easier to act in such a way. Although he had gotten over it and accepted it in real life, it was a different thing entirely when it came to gaming. He had always been able to choose a masculine appearance and still enjoy seeing cute things on female characters, but now that the line had disappeared between reality and fiction, he had to re-establish that confidence in himself again. Looking at the enemic buster, Pwyll looked at it longingly. It was like a little plushie. He had a few in his room, one in particular that he used as a cuddle buddy. ｢Umm, let me re-introduce myself. This name is based on a king in Welsh mythology who befriended the king of the underworld. I picked it because it sounded manly. My real name is Yuzuki. Yuu for short. Feel free to call me that when I'm like this.｣ These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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StatusWith milk cookies and hot chocolate. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Pwyll As soon as she returned to the table for four currently occupied by what seemed to be a drenched fox tail and an apprehensive bipedal rabbit, Caerbannog noted that Pwyll seemed to be in better spirits. And in turn, once the hot chocolate and milk cookies were set down, he seemed even better than better. The samurai took the seat across Pwyll with the enemic buster in a seat to their side, the rabbit much too engrossed with cleaning her pretty fur to notice the stares from the swashbuckler and from the people in the other table. Caerbannog grabbed one of the milk cookies and nibbled on it as she looked over Pwyll. If he had stayed in that armor, she’d never have figured that he was a fox tail. Plate armor didn’t have a slot for tails, but it was neither the time nor place to wonder about such things. At that moment, the most important thing was the swashbuckler’s recovery from his earlier distress and with the help of some sweets and a warm drink, he seemed to be well on the way to being a-okay again. The samurai sat there and listened to the swashbuckler, relieved that he was not as conversationally challenged as the wolf-hair herself. To her surprise, the fox tail actually began to explain the reasons behind his actions and even why he wore the full plate armor. To her, it seemed like a peculiar reason but she did understand the logic behind it somewhat. For most of her life she’d been protected by other people: her cousins in Japan, her relatives in Germany, and until recently, a close friend whom she looked up to as an older brother, the assassin Kumori; but it didn’t mean that she was blind to the realities of the world. Pwyll was among the less fortunate ones who had to deal with discrimination because of his appearance. He brought that insecurity into the game and was doing his best to deal with it. To acknowledge his words, even though she did not know what to say, Caerbannog nodded at the fox tail. Then he did something that the girl did not expect; Pwyll actually revealed his real name to her, a person who just some time ago was a complete stranger. The samurai did not question his reasons for doing so, she was just happy for it since to her, it meant that he trusted her somewhat. “Kyuu desu!” the samurai straightened up and blurted her own name. She almost choked on her cookie but that was quickly resolved by a gulp of hot chocolate, “But people call me Caer. Oniichan might get upset if... if I gave out my name.” Caerbannog thought back to how Scoria had given her his last name seemingly out of the blue, and how surprised she’d been back then. To her it meant that they were ‘friends’, and not just Friends-List friends, but real friends who’d call each other to hang out or wreck faces together. It was rather unfortunate though that Kumori and Scoria did not seem to get along well, or rather, the assassin did not like the druid at all. But Pwyll seemed to be a ‘normally’ likeable person; not Scoria-like, nope. Speaking of names, the swashbuckler’s sounded like a Japanese one so... “Unn... sumimasen, nihonjin desu ka?” the wolf-hair asked Yuu, and then she pointed at herself, “Doitsujin desu.” WC: 570|| Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Taking another sip of his hot chocolate, Yuzuki had calmed down considerably by now. Thankful that Caer had listened to his story, he felt like a weight was lifted off his chest. It was something he had resolved himself to and brought upon his own being, but it still helped to talk about things. His brother was the first to know, and he wasn't very happy about the idea either since it meant he would be a solo player majority of the time. Listening to what Caer said, he showed a surprised expression for a moment when she said her name. Kyuu. It sounded a lot similar to his. He doesn't have memories of the accident itself that he was involved in, but anything before that is hazy. All of his childhood memories were vague, similar to reading a book once and then being told to recall specifics of it. ｢Let's keep our names just between us then, shall we?｣ Saying that with a smile, he listened on to what Kyuu had to say. Hearing those nostalgic words spoken to him, it took a while until his mind understood what was being spoken to him. Even after that, his Japanese was very rusty. To learn Japanese in England, he either had to do online classes, or attend a university. What he did know of his homeland was only what he had heard and seen on the internet. Going through the words in his head, Yuu began translating it. However, he came to a bit of a snag on the word doitsujin. He knew the term -jin was to refer to a race, such as nihonjin, where nihon meant Japan, so doitsu must represent a country. Sadly, he never learned the Japanese names of countries. It wasn't exactly a part of school curriculum. ｢Eto... Atashi no nihongo ga chotto heta desu... Eto... Doitsu, nan no kuni?｣ Quite frankly, his Japanese was mixed up, incorrect, and useless. Which is understandable seeing as more than 10 years have gone by since he has spoken improvised lines compared to repeating lines he's heard. Basic manners and stuff he knew, but that was the extent. He knew the knowledge was somewhere in his head, but he just couldn't access it with his current level of hypnotism memory knowledge. ｢Sorry, I'm not fluent in my own language. I was an orphan at a young age here in England, so I never learned much. Umm, what country were you from?｣ Saying this much, he sounded unsure of himself since he was not even sure he was even coming across as understandable. His pronunciation was spot on, but his use of language was messed up. Also, the use of "atashi" instead of "boku" indicated his feminism. Taking another sip of his drink, he smiled at Caer to show that he didn't mind about his past and fact that he was an orphan. He loves the family he has now and wouldn't give it up. The use of Japanese was starting to make his mind think back to the days when he used the language more often with his family. He hadn't thought about it in a long time, caught up in his own life problems to look back. He got injured jumping from the second floor at a young age and hit his head pretty hard. At least, that's what he was told since he can't remember anything of that night. All he knows is that looking at an open flame for too long makes him start going pale. One day, he would find those memories, but he wasn't going to actively search them out since it was all in the past. That said, he subconsciously picked up hypnotism and memory techniques so that he could try unlock his own memory. Coming back to the subject at hand, Yuu sipped his drink and gave a little shiver towards the cold. It was slowly starting to die down, and the timing between thunder and flashes were increasing. ｢Feel free to call me Yuu when we're alone, and I'll call you Kyuu as well. If you can, try to think of me and the armored me as two different people, with the armor being Pwyll. Even introduce me that way if you end up doing so. I'm not quite ready to expose myself as I am. Public impressions and confidence. My courtesan skills are good on People of the Land, not other Adventurers. Speaking of which, I need to apologize to Aldrin for running out like that.｣ These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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| PARTY; Pwyll, @dindeen
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StatusUnknowingly fed cookies to a herbivore. OOC NotesNo worries about the code, take what you need. Tags@dindeen Pwyll While the adventurers conversed, ate their cookies and drank hot chocolate, Hyzenthlay finished cleaning her lovely silver fur. She then looked at the samurai when the girl spoke, and then at the swashbuckler when he said something in that funny language that bipeds used. Everything flew over the rabbit’s head since she understood none of it, but her eyes were fixated on the lovely plate of round objects that the adventurers seemed to be fond of. Mmm, milk cookies. With her little paws, the enemic buster reached for the plate but her arms were too short. She wiggled her fingers as she thought of how she could reach for a cookie without alerting the adventurers, and then her eyes fell upon her tail. She would have to let go of her club, and she would be offenseless. Let go of the club and reach for a cookie, or keep the club and stare at the cookies forever? The answer was simple. Carefully, Hyzen placed the club behind her right on the same seat, and then her tail inched towards the plateful of baked goods. Caerbannog was still staring at the fox tail, and he in turn seemed to be busy formulating an answer to what sounded like a question from the wolf-hair, and so the rabbit’s antics went unnoticed. Cookie: GET! It was a success! The tail managed to grab a milk cookie and Hyzen quickly pulled it back, then she grasped the round object with her little paws. Her tail felt around behind her until it got a hold of her club once again, though her eyes were on nothing but the sweet-smelling piece of biped-made thing in her paws. It smelled so good! Hyzen put it up closer to her face and then she opened her cute little rabbity mouth to take a bite- and at this point the RPer would like to remind everyone that it was a very bad idea to let a rabbit, any rabbit, eat a cookie. Why? Because rabbits are herbivores. In the real world, they would probably die of indigestion if a rabbit managed to eat something that was not 100% vegan. However, in Elder Tale, it could have difference implications. An enemic buster wasn’t exactly like a frenmic rabbit either; even if Hyzen had indigestion, she’d probably survive. No, the more frightening implication could be that the elite beast might develop a taste for something other than plants; first she would like milk, and then eggs... and then... the flesh of adventurers! Bad Hyzen, bad! You’re even worse, Caer, letting your rabbit get her paws on that- no, no don’t eat it Hyzenthlay! There’s no going back if you do! NOOOOOOOOOOO! She ate it. Yep, the enemic buster took a bite out of the milk cookie which was comprised of salt, sugar, eggs and milk. There was probably some butter in it as well. Today, a taste for milk cookies. Tomorrow, a taste for human flesh. Mmhmm. But anyway, Hyzen really liked the cookie and she did not seem to have gone in a meat-craving rampage yet so all was well. Back to the samurai and the swashbuckler! Caerbannog nodded at Pwyll when he suggested to keep their names just between the two of them. Another secret kept from Ryuu-oniichan, oh dear. That was an issue for another time though. The girl’s attention was all on the swashbuckler especially when he asked what country she was from. Didn’t she just say... oh, right. ‘Germany’ sounded weird in Japanese. Why? Because the Japanese knew Germans as ‘Deustch’ people, thus ‘do-i-tsu’. The samurai just internalized that though; she wasn’t one to go on a tangent about languages and their nuances. “From Germany,” was Caer’s concise reply. She wasn’t going to voluntarily talk about her Japanese mother, so Pwyll would have to ask about it or form his own conclusions. When the fox tail brought up the difference between Yuu and Pwyll, the unarmored and the armored, Caerbannog nodded. Yuu was the person in the armor; Pwyll was the mysterious armored adventurer. If he needed that distinction between two personas so that he could deal with life in Elder Tale, then the samurai would not go against it. Everyone had their own ways of dealing with the game turned reality; his was being armored Pwyll, hers was wrecking faces. “Aa... go to Aldrin now?” the wolf-hair asked the other adventurer. She stood up once her drink was all gone and if the sky had cleared up, she’d head back towards the blacksmiths’ area. As for Hyzen, she happily hopped behind her tamer after having eaten a grand total of two milk cookies. WC: 775 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Going to reach for another cookie, Pwyll realized that the last of them were gone. Looking stunned for a moment, he saw the enemic buster licking its fingers, in a manner of speaking. Thinking it was cute, he also wondered if it was healthy or not. He was always told not to give chocolate to dogs, but he had no idea about bunnies. Virtual ones at that. Hearing the last of Kyuu's words, Yuu nodded and drank the last of his hot chocolate, stacking all of the dishes used neatly and then picking them up as he left. With one hand, he picked up all the dishes and held them expertly on the tips of his fingers and used his other hand to push his chair in, taking the dishes back to the adventurer chef before following Kyuu back to Aldrin. Leaving the current shelter, Yuu felt the outside air, feeling less muggy than earlier thanks to the rain. The clouds were still pretty dark, which made the city of Londinium appear close to night time, but the rain had stopped now besides a few drops here and there. Along the way, Yuu began thinking about the topic of Blacksmithing. He took it for the armor, of course, but since playing he had gotten a few ideas on what he wanted to do. For instance, or at least to start with, he wanted to make 100 swords. Reason for doing this? None. He felt like making 100 swords would be a good goal. Whatever ones turned out good, he would keep for himself, the rest he would sell off for profit. Making his own armor would be nice too as he could mold it and customize it to his liking. Since everything was so realistic now, he may even take up sword smithing in real life if he got the chance. With his savings at the moment, he would probably be able to buy half the stuff needed for smithing, though he would have to finish talking to Aldrin before knowing what exactly was needed. Here in the game, he was thinking long term on what he wanted to do. There was the thought of making a guild, of which the members would consist of people he knew and trusted explicitly. The other thing was finding a day job. He could do hunting and such in his spare time, but it would be nice to do other things. Two thoughts he had was a smithing shop and a cafe. Since he had real life experience with cafe's, all he would need was to find other players to hire, or help out. Maybe even a guild if he made one. The smith shop would be something cheesy, and he'd spend most his time working there. Retracing their steps, or at least taking a short way back to Aldrin, Yuu gave a quick shiver and light yawn. His clothes were drying over time regardless of how wet they were, sort of like a game mechanic, so the cold feeling was fading quicker. His tunic, or rather his vanity clothing were just basic pickings since he hadn't spent any of his earned money yet. He needed to get around to upgrading his equipment, but he wanted to customize everything. Meeting other adventurers and getting them to do it for him would be best, in regards to his vanity clothing. Armor and weaponry he would do himself. He wanted a minimum of six weapons on him at all times. Shaking his head, ran his fingers through his hair again to make sure his hair style stayed alright. Finding himself back at Aldrin's workshop, Pwyll walked up without hesitation and gave a polite bow with his normal feminine gestures and voice to apologize for running off so suddenly. ｢Sorry for running off earlier. I'm not use to thunderstorms. I'm the white-clad adventurer from earlier. If possible, can you show me the ropes in blacksmithing?｣ Listening to the blacksmith, Yuu kept some attention to the person who was keeping him company, Kyuu, and her fluffy rabbit like thing. He was tempted to take on the Animal Trainer sub class, among other things, but felt that courtesan was more useful to him in the long run since he preferred keeping on good terms were everyone. Who knows, he may be a key person in some made up event, or quest, later on as the 'game' progresses. He would have to get up to level 90 first. 85 to go. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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| PARTY; Pwyll, @dindeen
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StatusWatching the smiths. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Pwyll The sky was still grey but at least the downpour stopped. Occasionally, Hyzenthlay was hit by random raindrops left over and she waved her club at the clouds. Caerbannog’s pace remained steady as they walked though, and occasionally she glanced over to Yuu to make sure that she was not walking too quickly or too slowly compared to him. With his posture and lack of armor, he really did seem like a totally different person to her, no longer the armored Pwyll. After a few rounding a few corners, the adventurers reached Aldrin’s stall and the lander had just laid out his tools on the work table. “Oh? I wondered where you’d gone off to,” he nodded to Caerbannog as she approached him and sat down on an empty bench. Her enemic buster hopped onto the space beside the girl and began to clean up her silver fur once again. The blacksmith was about to ask the samurai about the armored adventurer but Pwyll already stated his apologies and a clarification as to what happened. Aldrin blinked a few times at the person before him. The height was similar as was the sufficiently polite manner of speaking, but the voice and the appearance was a far cry from the knight-like person whom he met earlier. Adventurers were peculiar like that, was what he thought. “Ah, heh... I guess you get to use these after all,” Aldrin said as he pointed to a pair of tongs and a hand hammer, and then to an anvil which sat close to the forge in a corner of the blacksmith’s work area. The lander then set down a rectangular piece of dark grey metal. It was only about six inches in length. He motioned for Pwyll to come over to the work table and then the blacksmith began to explain the basics to the samurai’s acquaintance. “Experience is the best teacher, so I’ll have you try to fashion a blade out of this piece of metal,” the lander said as he pointed at the tongs and the rectangular metal, “First, heat up this piece in the forge so that you can work on it. Use the tongs for that. Then use the hammer to slowly flatten the blade. Go on then.” Caerbannog remained seated on the bench away from the forge and anvil. She wouldn’t bother Pwyll unless he seemed to be having trouble; even though she had a bit of trouble herself when she crafted her first blade the girl knew enough to help out a starting blacksmith though. WC: 425 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Moving over to the workbench, Yuu looked at each of the items intently. He had seen each of the items before, be it in games or books, so he knew what they were and what they could be used for during the creation of things. With the vague knowledge he had of it, he knew how to use them, but he didn't know the steps needed for smithing. His list of terms was also incomplete since he only knew basic terms like tempering, quenching, folding and so on, and the list would be shorter if he had to name only the terms he could actually do. Hearing Aldrin explain what to do, he got the gist of it and visualized the process in his head as he picked up the tongs with one hand, and tapped the metal with the other to check the current heat, picking it up and slotting it into the tongs before gripping it with both hands. Moving over the the furnace, he could feel himself being warmed up instantly and his clothes drying off with ease. He had the temptation to stick his hand in and see if he could withstand it, being an adventurer and everything, but refrained from doing so in the event he takes damage faster than he can heal. Burn damage is nasty by itself, but feeling it on his body would be worse. At a quick pace, he put the entire metal piece into the furnace so that it would be heated evenly, waiting for it to turn red hot. After not too long, it was glowing a nice red, so he took it out and placed it on the anvil he was shown to before. Using the tongs in one hand, he thought about the type of blade he wanted to make and so he decided on a katana. From what he knew, a katana is forged by 'folding' layers of metal upon each other, and flattening them out to the correct length. Since he was working with one piece of metal, he wouldn't be able to do that but he could practice the basics. Maybe make a long sword instead. Or perhaps some of the game system would assist him and create a katana based weapon anyway. With the heated metal on the anvil held in place by his hand with tongs, he placed it standing up and began hammering it out. If he did it flat, he would end up with something like cookie dough which would harden and break when he tried to stretch it to length. So getting the length must be the most important part. for now. As the metal began to cool down, he followed the instruction of the Lander blacksmith and placed it back into the furnace. Thinking of something, he manipulated his equipment screen and equipped his katana and long sword, having both scabbards diagonally across his back with hilts facing his hips. Drawing them both, he placed them on the workbench as reference. He would aim for the katana, but in the event it ended up differently, he could refer to the long sword. Since they were the beginning equipment, they were quite shoddy. Pulling the metal slab out again once it was ready, he repeated the hammering process and compared its length to the other two weapons. As he bashed away with his constitution/build that seemed unfitting, his tail swayed side to side without a care, but at least avoiding getting close to the furnace. It may be funny to see him jump if his tail touched that heat, but it would be painful. His ears remained flat against his hair, though. Pulling out a couple of drinks from his inventory, they were an alcoholic substance inside glass bottles with a reusable cork lid, the bottle itself shaped with a round, ball-like bottom half which narrowed and stretched at the top into the bottle shape. These drinks were suppose to be for the night, but it seemed like they would be good now with the heat and all. Giving one to Aldrin, he took a swig of his own, putting the bottle on the table. He could hold his liquor well considering his build, so this much didn't affect him. The taste was yuck, but still better than the stuff in real life. He wasn't much for alcohol, but he drank on occasions. He had these to drink while in armor. To look manly. Looking at Caer, he thought about offering some but refrained, stating to her why. ｢I would offer you some but... I get the feeling you're the type to get wild. No offense, Caer.｣ Saying that with an apologizing smile, Yuu took another swig. He wasn't sure if Aldrin knew her real name, so he refrained from using it. Working at a cafe in real life which turned into a bar in the afternoon, the Master let him have a taste of each alcohol to get acquainted with the taste. Also to get use to the smell since if he had to serve it, he would be smelling it a lot. He expanded on these tastes, as well as his tolerance, by working some nights for free in exchange for drinks of each type. Needless to say, he built his tolerance up, but he found that unless they were lolly drinks, he had no taste for alcohol. Sure, he could drink them and recommend them, but he preferred other things. It was the same with some teas and coffees. Though, the aroma of coffee was much better than alcohol. Listening to Aldrin explain what to do next, Pwyll nodded and began heating the metal again. He had gotten it to length, but he had yet to flatten the slab into a blade-thick piece. He also had to make one end thinner and stronger to be able to put a hilt on it, no guard since that was his preference. Pulling the metal out, he started flattening it. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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| PARTY; Pwyll, @dindeen
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StatusTrying to get drunk. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Pwyll The lander sat on a high stool a little way from the forge and the learning blacksmith. Aldrin chose a spot from where he could see what the swashbuckler was doing, without having to get too close to the forge or the anvil so as not to bother the new crafter. He nodded every now and then at the young man’s progress, noting that he seemed to be making a blade for an actual sword and not just a random piece of metalwork for practice. “I made a sword... will work on sword for me too,” the wolf-hair said to no one in particular, but she thought it relevant to the current situation at least, “Japanese sword needs two or three metals.” Aldrin was visibly pleased that the girl who rented his stall while he was away on vacation learned something in such a short time, and that she even brought a friend who could learn the craft. As for Caerbannog, she was slightly nervous for Pwyll, having remembered that for her first time to craft something; she’d been unsupervised and although it was worrisome to do things based on books and other references only, at least no one was around to see her do something wrong. The swashbuckler was doing fine on his own though with just a little bit of help from Aldrin. The foxtail then brought out a drink and offered it to the lander, who refused for health reasons. The drink smelled familiar though... it was... it was...BOOZE. The samurai stood up so suddenly that Hyzenthlay almost fell off her seat. Pwyll correctly deduced that quirk of hers, but it was already too late. The wolf-hair knew that the foxtail was drinking something alcoholic, and whatever it was, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Time to be super stealthy then. Or not. When the swashbuckler turned to his crafting and had left the drink unattended, Caerbannog stood up, swiped it and took a few gulps. It might have tasted ‘bad’ to other people but to Kyuu, that didn’t matter. She was after the buzz that alcohol provided, not its aroma or whatever. The samurai stepped away from Pwyll so that he would not be able to reach her without letting go of his tools, something that he’d most likely not do unless he wanted to botch his first craft. Caerbannog stood beside Aldrin who looked at the girl with a slightly worried expression; she then continued her mini drinking session. He sighed, but Aldrin did not try to take the wolf-hair’s drink away. He knew better than to rough up an adventurer, much less take anything from such a small girl. Was there a legal drinking age in Elder Tale? Caerbannog was twenty years old but she seemed underaged for drinking, or driving; actually, she seemed underaged for a lot of things. Taking his mind off of the drinking business, the lander removed a tarp which covered a deep slack tub. “When you’re done, slake your piece here,” he said to Pwyll. WC: 505 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.