Searching for Family [Bunji]

[Zria]

This time, it was Natalie the player, and not Zria the Sorcerer, who was out on the hunt. She had finally made contact with one of her friends who had also gotten trapped in the game with her (out of the ten or so members of their circle of geekiness, six of them, including herself were currently trapped in the game, while the status of the other four were still unknown as of present time) and was apparently conducting a “man hunt” for the missing four members of their group. After adding up the six on her Friends list, she then decided to let them know if in case she’d found the others who had seemingly disappeared. She knew that it was impossible to die in this version of the game, unlike the horror stories that she’d heard about other games wherein once that player’s avatar died, so did their real selves existing outside the game. It was pretty scary stuff, really. She then sighed as she looked around the crowded streets of Londinium, trying to regain her bearings. Even if she could just go through the crowd and start searching, she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. It’s not just that, my hands are also itching to grab someone’s valuables. Or money. I don’t know. I can’t control the urge now that I’m inside the game itself… she thought to herself as she furtively looked around. After that little debacle with the Nepent Snatchers, she hadn’t gone out of the city ever since, focusing on trying to get stronger… and of course, get her hands on some much-needed money; since most of everything she needed required money in any case. Don’t steal from anyone, don’t steal from anyone, don’t steal from anyone… she repeated to herself over and over in her head, like a mantra. Don’t go back to that lifestyle before… it’s hard enough as it is turning over a new leaf, but old habits die hard… she continued, looking around quite warily; as if someone was chasing her. She’d also learned from one of her friends who had made contact with her, that there was another individual, another person who had her same surname lurking in the game. She knew that her father had a brother, but nothing else beyond that. “So… how is it possible that there is another Crosslove in this server, when I’m supposed to be the only one?” she muttered to herself, looking through the crowd to see if she could find any of her targets for the day: it was either one of the four missing band of friends from their group; or it had to be this other ‘Crosslove’. Was this individual a possible cousin, a blood relation? Or was it just someone who shared the same surname as she did? But then again if we just have the same surname then that is extremely creepy… she thought ominously to herself, shivering as she felt a cold wind blow. She then looked upwards to the heavens, and saw that the sky was darkening, a sure sign of rain. “Ah, shit,” she hissed to herself, suddenly remembering that she didn’t have an umbrella. A few moments later, the unexpected downpour started, bringing down a literal sheet of water. It wasn’t just normal rain; it was the powerful kind of rain that could literally soak one to the bone in a few moments! She then heard shrieks coming from both Lander and fellow Player alike as they all ran for cover… and she did that too, darting through the crowd and looking for shelter! (602)

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[bunji]

I will hunt you down... Ears would stand up on end, and his mouth would open wide as a loud yawn escaped his parted lips, the young fox tail that stood near a fountain would lean quietly against said fountain watching as the many players, and Landers walked by him. He would raise both arms overhead stretching them up high, and letting a low "Mmm" escape him as he stretched his tired limbs, he would blink a few times rubbing one of his eyes as he looked around finding nothing, and no one of interest. What he did know was that he needed to find a suitable group of players to throw together a decent guild that would have room for expansion, and growth, "The potential to reach high into the heavens, and achieve any goal..." he said to himself with a whisper as he stared up at the darkening skies above. "...maybe even break through these dark clouds, and allow the suns rays to pierce down. Embracing us all in their embrace" he commented with a chuckle, reaching up with both hands his fingers would grab hold of his hood bringing it up to rest overhead the dark hood casting a shadow over his eyes, but the slits allowing his ears to freely push through for freedom. He would yawn as he walked along, having pushed his body off the fountain he would casually walk as others began to flee.Like roaches startled by the light of the kitchen, he would watch as the crowd that was once dense was now thin, and scattered people running to different directions trying to get to cover. He remained calm, his pace not changing despite the harsh downpour that was soaking his dark cloak; Bunji had no intention of huddling with the nearby crowds he was going to walk away from this town square, and find a place to sleep, he really hated not having a home. Maybe Han would...no...he couldn't ask that of her, with a soft yawn the samurai would keep walking maintaining a calm demeanor to his step. It was not until he spotted her that he stopped walking, the crazy brunette from the grove he watched as the soaked girl ran passed him he would follow her motions with his eyes raising a brow as he watched the girl rush for cover, Bunji contemplated his decisions here would he follow her? Or...meh what the hell, he wasn't doing anything better he followed the girl she had remained unaware to his presence it seemed. He would wait until she was able to sneak under cover before he did the same standing next to her, "Bothersome isn't it?" he asked his smooth tone breaking above the sound of the crashing rain, his red eyes were focused on the girl staring right at her "To be out in the cold, alone, and wet...its a bothersome feeling" he said to her before taking his eyes from it looking off to the crashing rain that soaked the streets. "...how about I make you something?" he asked her his voice remained neutral, and his eyes fixed on the natural scenery that was unfolding while his ears captured the sound of the crashing drops, and his skin felt the caress of the icy winds. "...a coat?...No...a cloak?...Something to fight off the pesky elements. Arms to embrace you in a cold night, the warmth to shield you from the icy touch of the wind..." he would hold a hand out letting ti reach beyond the protection of the roof, thus allowing the water to soak said hand. "So...how have you been Z?"
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[Zria]

Now that the rain was coming down quite literally in sheets, Zria, or should we say Natalie, looked up at the sky and waved her fist at it out of rage, silently cursing the in-game weather for changing so suddenly. Who knew that it was even possible for a computer program to actually change the weather of an in-game world? Well, technically it is possible with algorithms and changes to the game’s actual code; but to have it feel as real as actual, real-world rain? Well, I’ll give them that, it’s quite an achievement… she thought to herself as she looked skyward; even the sky itself was turning a dark, murky shade of gray; and there were even actual storm clouds roiling across the heavens. The people out on the streets had drastically thinned out; and there were few remaining; those that did were slogging through wet streets, unmindful of the sudden disturbance… in fact, as she walked by, looking for an adequate shelter, she saw some young ones (quite possibly Lander children) saunter by, screaming in joy at the reprieve from the scorching hot sun. At least someone is having fun… she thought to herself as she looked down at her armor; it was thoroughly soaked and hung on her frame like overcooked spaghetti noodles. Finally seeking shelter at one of the overhanging covers that a nearby pub provided, she then leaned against the wall, letting the cold soak her skin… and then she realized that she wasn’t alone, for there was a voice that sounded familiar; it was the redheaded savior who’d gotten her out of that sticky Snatcher situation. “Yeah, I’d have to say it’s really bothersome, having to run for cover… no permanent home, or even a room to call your own… everything costs money these days,” she said with a sigh, remembering her own… desperate situation of starting the game on an entirely new character and forgetting to carry everything over into her current Inventory. “If you can make me something that’s waterproofed enough, then I’d gladly welcome it. Although how am I supposed to pay you back?” she continued, acknowledging the idea that he tossed her way. His next few words after that struck a chord somewhere within her, and she could only sigh, before shelving those thoughts that had threatened to resurface. Shivering, she then tried to draw her clothes more tightly around her frame, only to be met with a cold, almost freezing sensation; she had forgotten that her only armor was now sodden wet. “How are things? Well… I just got into contact with one of my ‘circle of friends’ and he’s given me mixed tidings. There’s six of us, myself included, currently trapped in this game; our four other friends are nowhere to be found…” That then brought her to the next thing that was bothering her; what that particular ‘friend’ had told her about the rumor that there was someone else in the British server that shared her surname; although it was improbable, it was not impossible. After all, there is a one in a million chance that it is true… she thought, pondering over the possibilities. She knew that it wouldn’t hurt to try, so she then turned to face him; and then began, “Uhh… I know that this may sound incredibly strange… but do you know anyone, anyone at all within the British server who also has the surname Crosslove?” while stammering at the last few parts of the sentence; the cold wind and rain was starting to make her shiver. It’s a stab in the dark, but he does look quite experienced after all… she thought to herself as she waited for his answer with bated breath. (621)

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[bunji]

I will hunt you down... The offer he made about using his tailoring skills in order to throw something together for her to wear was a legitimate one, and noticing her clothing he could see that the girl could stand from having some armor as well. If he was remembering correctly she was a magic user, so he figured she would prefer something light, similar to his own leather armor. Taking a mental note of that he turned his eyes away from the girl he had come to call 'Z', simply because he found her name too troublesome to pronounce so he'd rather avoid butchering it. Instead he remained quiet, his mind however would soon be hit with a shocking question that would leave the red head stunned, when the girl spoke he would listen his eyes widened for a minute as his muscles tensed. Why was she asking that? Better yet who was she, and how did she come across that sort of information? The questions circled around in Bunji's head as he tried to figure out just what was going on here, some logical explanation that would clear up this little mystery. Raising a brow at the girl he would beckon with his head for her to follow, "I'll admit the cold winds are starting to get to me, I can only imagine how it feels for you. Come on inside, I'll make you something while we sit" he said to her as he stepped into the pub opening the door in front of them, and holding it for the girl. Once Z had entered he would guide them to one of the tables that rested near the warm flames of the fireplace sitting in the chair across from her he would make sure to have chosen a nice clear table for him to work with. Bunji opened his menu up looking over the inventory he had, He smiled when he noticed he had enough materials to throw together a weatherproof cloak for her, and much more "Alright...lets make that cloak, and maybe even an accessory?" he asked with a chuckle as he equipped the items immediately a series of raw materials would scatter across the surface of the table. A soft blanket would rest on the table with silk, and thread right on top of it. The red head would put aside the thread, and silk then walked over towards Z holding the blanket in his hand he eyed her for a minute "Stand up please" he said as he waited, once she was standing he would rest the blanket over her shoulders his expert eyes watching how her body shape would look in the blanket, getting a general idea. "By the way...." he said as he took mental notes of what he was seeing, his hands sliding across her figure but making sure not to touch any inappropriate areas, "....you asked me about the Crossloves" he said pulling the blanket from her figure, and returning to his side of the table where he would begin to work on making the necessary changes to the blanket to adapt it to form a proper cloak. "....I do know of one, but I have to warn you..." he paused again as a pair of scissors began to cut up the blanket seemingly in a senseless manner but there was a method to this madness. "He isn't the nicest individual, from the whispers I hear down the grapevine he is a monstrous player killer, and he finds himself wandering the wilderness around Londinium" he explained as he started to make the shape of the excess blanket he had cut in order to create sleeves for the cloak. "....so, I have to ask you something. Why are you looking for such a man?" he asked for a moment his eyes glancing up at the girl wanting to see how she'd react to his life, but then again she didn't even know he was lying. Red eyes lowered back down to his work, as he began to stitch the sleeves into the proper shape...
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[Zria]

Secretly grateful that he brought up the idea of drying off somewhere, she then followed him inside as he held the door open for her. The cold wind and rain had not done too good for her; since her armor was not just thoroughly soaked to the bone, it also felt like she had taken a bath on the coldest shower setting that existed! The warmth within the pub that they had just entered was a welcome respite from the extreme weather conditions that they had just come in from, and she was glad to see that they’d taken the seats closest to the fire; so that they could warm up and let their clothes dry out at the least. She then watched as her companion started dropping things out of what she assumed was his inventory, and recognized them by sight, since they were materials that were being sold down at the markets where she’d go and scout around for pieces of Alchemist-related items she would eventually need to hoard for her own personal use. When he’d asked her to stand up, most likely for the measurements, she did as he’d requested; however there was a… different way as to how he’d get her vitals. For one thing, instead of busting out a normal tape measure to use he decided to drape the cloth all over her and was just staring at her intently; she could only guess he was trying to make best assumptions on her own vital statistics. Once he was done with the actual measurements, she then sat down again and watched as he went over to his side of the table, letting his hands go across the cloth that he had draped over her earlier, and she could only watch him in silence, wondering just how much he knew about his craft. There was something that struck her as odd, though, with his other statement at the knowledge that he knew of another individual that had her own surname; after he was done with his little speech, she then stared at him quite intently. “For one thing… I know that there’s no possible thing as ‘death’ in this game, since I kind of see… a lot of people emerging from that cathedral-like structure, looking extremely shaken but otherwise they’re alright, no permanent damage or anything. The second thing that I’d like to bring up is that… well I found out something from my relatives before I came into the game and we all got stuck here… that there could be a possibility that I’m not just an only child, I may have relatives elsewhere. Although, much of my searching in the real world didn’t turn up anything too much, because they never wanted to talk about my family… or their relatives either, for some weird reason. Some dysfunctional family I’ve got, don’t you think? So I decided to take it upon myself to go searching for someone, anyone and then ask them if they know anything… my dad’s name was Ivan. That’s as much I have to go on…” she trailed off with a sigh as she decided to peel off some parts of her cloth armor that she could spare without looking indecent, and hung them to dry on one of the unoccupied chairs that surrounded the table where they were currently located. “Another funny thing here is that… even if I call him ‘Dad’, it feels… weird. Like, I may look like my mum, but there are still some differences. The way they treated me, for starters. They always told me not to ask them too many questions… I only learned sometime later that my folks were on the run from these people in the Underground because they owed a lot of money. They… they ended up dead.” (635)

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[bunji]

I will hunt you down... Bunji kept working quietly, his fluffy fox ears taking in the details of everything the girl was saying his red eyes remained on her for a moment, before they returned back down to the work he was doing in front of him his hands would expertly work the sleeves he had put together onto the cloak he was going to make for the girl. Bunji would start forming what would essentially be the collar of the coat, it was fluffy simply because the blanket had those fluffy edges around it. He would start working the collar just as the girl had finished talking, "From what I heard this red haired handsome devil, oh yeah...he has red hair, anyways. He likes to kill people for the fun of it even if he knows they will re spawn all for the sake of holding back their progress" he explained to the girl pausing as he kept working the cloak. Bunji would lay out the cloak on the table, measuring it using a pair of scissors in order to neatly clip away at any excess parts that would make the cloak seem out of place, or too solid. He needed to give it shape after all, the shape to help it rain down around the girls modest figure. Bunji would finish working on the cloak, at least getting the shape of it now he needed to work the personal styling to the cloak. Bunji would however stopped when he heard the name that the girl would say, his eyes widened for a brief moment as he heard her soft voice ring into his sensitive fox ears. The hands that had once been able to so freely glide over the surface of the cloak were now stuck in place, the male would begin to question whether this girl was not lying. He had made the automatic assumption when she said she was looking for someone who shared her last name, but the fact that she had given him that name, AND knew about the last name of the Crossloves; well it was too much of a coincidence. He would remain quiet for a moment before sighing shaking his head, Bunji was starting to work the center of the cloak using a few straps of silk that he had in order to go through the three holes he had made. This silk was a well kept white color, and it would contrast nicely with the black color of the cloak, also if she wanted she would be able to have the cloak fully opened without any issue. Bunji would be working just bit as he worked the silk straps through their respective holes he would look up at the girl again. "....I'm not going to lie I feel a bit confused with your story. The fact that you know my last name, and you know my fathers brothers name leads me to believe you are legitimately a Crosslove..." he would stop once he had finished putting the silk straps where they belonged. It was then that he looked up at the girl his piercing red eyes focused on her features, "However, the last bit I'm lost on it...the whole feeling weird about calling Ivan your Dad. Also who was in an accident? Are you adopted?" he said to her, wondering how she'd react or if she'd even notice the fact that he had just admitted to being the other Crosslove she was looking for; as subtle as it had been. "Oh...also I don't run around killing people for fun, I'm not crazy. I was just trying to throw you off my trail because I wasn't sure who you were. But I'm William Crosslove, son of Arthur Crosslove. Ivans brother" he explained leaning back on his chair crossing his arms over his chest, knowing his cloak for the girl still needed some work; but for right now she had taken hold of his interest, and he needed to satisfy it.
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