Lost in a New world. [open]

[Elia]

How long had it been since she had seen her family? The young woman stood there looking at the open ocean, seeing that the river finally came out to an open water. The wind was blowing gently, her long silver like hair was flowing in the wind. The trees towards the back of her rustling and creating a soft melody of the leaves whistling. The smell of salt filled the air as you stood there, coming open from the water in small gushes. The last time Elia had seen her family, was back in the hospital. Her brothers, and father had told her they'd be back later, that they had to go home and take care of the farm. They never did come back, she had been stuck in that hospital room for weeks on end. And never saw their faces again, not even her father. A small smile appeared on her face as she turned and sat down in the sand.

It was a saddening thought indeed, but her life seemed to be improving significantly. She could never of hoped to be as she was now. To be able to feel the sand and sun on her skin, to feel herself run as she does here, to feel the blood run through her body, without it causing pain to her... This world had given her the chance to live again, and she was taking that offer. Most people don't get second chances to be able to live as you want... Or to start your life over for that matter. And yet because of one game that had gained her interest as she sat in the hospital, she had been absorbed into this bizarre environment. But there was only one small problem that she had to face right now... And well let's just say that this girl was lost. In the game she had been doing a quest, and she'd get back due to the map, and the quest marker... But here she was alone without any guidance.

She ended up by the open body of water by accident. She figured that if she followed the river back to the end, she'd find her way crossing a town or something of that significance... Oddly enough she just ended up more lost than before. She was tired and a bit hungry. Muttering to herself she commented "Idiot, you know that you'd be lost, and you didn't even bring something to eat with you. Every time, you'd run into the forest in the real world, and be lost hours upon hours, and your brothers would come get ya... foolish girl..." Suddenly a small twig snapped behind her. Looking around a bit she didn't see anything. But out here, things where breaking all the time, especially when they broke from a tree branch above. In her recent adventures in the game, she knew that monsters roamed around here a lot.

"Well... I can't pout for to long ei? I'm going to have company soon... Might as well prepare." She stated with a small smile on her face. Elia reached back and grabbed a small leather wrapped item, bringing it forward she took it off, and revealed that she had a small lyre. If she was lost, she'd just have to get someones interest by playing as loud as she could, and something that would be attractive to those that passed by. It wasn't every day you heard music in this game, and when you did you could guarantee that it was a bard. She had offers before to join parties, and even at one point had an offer to join a guild, she had turned them down because she didn't want them to commit to a member that wouldn't be around for long... Fate has a funny way of twisting things doesn't it? Now she was here forever, without those offers remaining.

Holding the lyre in her right hand, the fingers on her left hand, went to plucking away at the strings. At first it took her a minute to get the right rhythm, but soon she was playing a song that she remembered by beat. In the real world she had remembered several different musical charts, with nothing better to do, and this game allowing you to play music using a certain coding, it was nice to finally be able to play songs from the old world. The whistling of the leaves gave her a nice melody, while the strums and humming of strings filled the air, anyone around would hear what she was playing. As it would undoubtedly be increased by the empty forest, and reverberating off of the nearby trees. It would carry for a nice distance before dying out lost into nothing, hopefully someone would stumble upon her before that...

Setting

The Beach/Forest

CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Story

NOTES Open To All WORD COUNT801

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made The Thames Coastline. Pwyll had only been here once before by chance. In real life, he had never seen the ocean. Never really got a chance to visit. He at least knew how to swim, so he was safe in that regard. Walking among the trees, he was not in his armor this time, equipped with just a single sword sitting on his left hip. It was his katana which had no guard on it, so together with its casing, it looked like a black lacquer wooden katana. His reason for being out here was to relax and explore, rather than to fight and be seen fighting. That was why he wasn't taking up his persona of a "white knight" who was stoic and rarely talked. With his clothing as it was now, he appeared androgynous thanks to his facial features and long hair, though his height and type of clothing made it slightly more male, if not tomboyish. As the Swashbuckler continued, he began hearing a sound. A violin? Oh, he was envious. Standing still, he closed his eyes and listened to the sound. Because his brother had chosen the Bard class, he picked the swashbuckler instead. He would probably invest in an instrument in the future, as it was unbearable being unable to play an instrument whenever he felt like it. Being at a university entrance level, if not a level higher in both violin and piano, he played because it was fun rather than for the sake of learning. He would begin playing along now to the tune he was hearing if he had an instrument. The best he would be able to do currently would be to whistle a tune. Naturally, being a pianist and violinist, he practised his vocals as well, though it was nowhere near professional, only at a "good singer, but not an idol" level. Well, it's not like he put much effort into training. As he listened, Yuu began to hear clearly as he cleared away ambient noises. Removing the sound of leaves, the wind travelling through the trees, the coastline nearby, until he could hear a diminished but present strum. It wasn't a a violin as the notes were too defined, but it wasn't quite a guitar either. It lacked that feel to it, and the strings played per strum were higher than six. What other instruments were acoustic strings with more than six strings...? Thinking for a moment, Pwyll clicked his fingers. A harp! He would have said a Koto, a Japanese instrument, but he doubted something that bulky would be out in the fields and exposed. With that settled, he focused on the melody he was hearing. He hadn't heard much harp music before, but it was a nice tune. Deciding to head towards it, he started walking casually, whistling here and there as he tried to match what he was hearing. He came to a halt at spots since the sound was bouncing off the trees and confusing him. Getting settled into a rhythm, and finding the tune, he began whistling it with power so that it would bounce back to the user. And, with the thanks of physics, he made it ring out louder. Similar to how the sound increases if you have multiple people whistling the same pitch. Getting lost a few times, he headed in the direction where the song got louder, hoping to find the source of it, and its player. It was like playing Marco, Polo, but with music. Just before he got too frustrated with searching around, Pwyll caught sight of the tree line as the sun suddenly got brighter. Walking out to see the coastline, Yuu found no one in front of him. Was he off by a bit? Looking to his right, he saw no one, then looked to his left and spotted something. Or someone. Stopping his whistling at this point, he began his walk towards this person. From a distance, there wasn't much he could observe or tell about this person. At the very least, he knew they were female with ash blonde hair, straight. The opposite of his own wavy black hair. She didn't appear to be equipped with her weapon, so she didn't look about to fight him. He was thankful for that, at least. Using the Call of Home spell now would have been a pain. It was disorientating. Now standing in front of the person, roughly six or so meters away, he called out. ｢Hello. That's a nice instrument. I don't suppose you have a violin, do you?｣ These are the scars that have brought me where I am

[/font][/font] WORD COUNT; 750
| PARTY; Pwyll, Elia
| NOTES; Pardon the intrusion~
| made by lafayel ♡ btn
| edited by Tarry ♡ LH[/ul][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][/div]

[Elia]

Elia was sitting there strumming her lyre, when suddenly a pitch came from the forest, she could hear it faintly over her own playing. It sounded as if a mother bird trying to find her kin through their cries. Sound was an effective way to call someone, especially if you where trained to find a certain pitch, and recreate that with vibrations of equal proportions, it could put you within at least, a hundred feet of your destination, then it was simple to find what you had been looking for. As it was, matching a Lyre in itself was a challenge, but for someone to actually do it, was impressive with the ranges of a normal harp, and the increased ranges of a lyre, it would take a real musician to match the pitches just right. Soon though, she could hear the pitches getting closer and slowly getting the rhythm she was playing.

Closing her eyes, she continued to play the song, making the notes broader, allowing them to fill out more, so that someone could easily match them with each other, and to find the pitch a bit easier. Suddenly she could hear the whistling sound nearer and more defined. Suddenly she saw someone walk out of the forest, standing looking around. At first it seemed that the figure was just lost like her, but when the silhouette of another human looked towards her, the whistling had stopped. It seemed that this person was looking for the source. Upon a closer approach she could see, the dark wavy like hair. As soon as he got close enough she could make out that it was a man. But something about him, seemed to make her laugh. He could almost be compared to that of a woman. Holding her laughter back with a hand she stood up, and looked at him more closely.

He carried what seemed to be a single sword, and his way of walking gave him an air of prestige around him. And yet, here he seemed to be more of a tomboy girl, than that of an actual male. Suddenly he spoke to her, it was a simple greeting one of a hello, and then suddenly a compliment. It was a normal structure, but the question at the end caught her off guard, tilting her head slightly she hid her surprise slightly, he didn't ask why she was out here, or what a girl was doing alone like most people. He simply asked if she had a violin. Standing up, she noticed that she was about his height, her leather outfit though, would be a bit embarrassing for most people, but to her it was almost like everyday clothing. Her silver hair was kept back from the front of her face, as most harp players do, because any disturbance in the strings would destroy their harmony.

"Hello, and I'm sorry, but I don't have a violin. Though by the looks of it, you don't seem to be a bard yourself. I've never seen one carry a blade like that." She stated with a small laugh before reaching her hand out. Elia didn't differentiate that he looked like a woman, but to her it didn't matter... In fact she was kind of liking the tomboyish look, and well she was a woman that could go either way. "Forgive me for saying this, but you don't look like you could hold your own against another swordsman either." She said laughing a little bit. He was toned, but he lacked the rather bulky muscles that most of the swordsman that had been walking around in this game. Everyone seemed to make themselves a brute, with muscle upon muscle, and looking like those you'd compare to the lifting competition, what was the competition called again... Oh yeah the Mr.Galactic competition that was held every year...

Setting

The Beach/Forest

CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Story

NOTES Open To All WORD COUNT645

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Listening to all she had to say, Pwyll assessed her during that time. Having read some books about body language and how to understand people by that and their fashion choices, he had improved his ability to perceive things. Instead of all that information passing into his mind and giving him and impression, a 'feeling', he can at least consciously recognize them now. Checking out her clothing first, Pwyll noticed the overall sense was masculine, or at least uncaring of their own gender identity. Well, he wasn't exactly one to talk. The next was the physical appearance. Now, this wasn't something that could be changed, but she gave off a feel of confidence. And that held back laughter was a different response than what he was use to. Usually it was more along the lines of a wide eyed stare. This came off as playful. And then her posture. That was-- wait, what did she say about him? So, apparently a bard wasn't allowed to carry a weapon, and even carrying a sword did not suit him. Since he also chose blacksmith as a crafting class, that wouldn't suit him either, following that line of thought. Oh, he couldn't let that one slide. Wait, was that a snicker? A laugh? If he wasn't a logical thinker, he would demonstrate his manly strength right now. But he had neither the means nor the manliness to do such a thing right now. So instead, he turned his head to the side and spoke. ｢You don't have to be a bard to play music. That aside, it's not like strength and looks are everything to a fight, y'know...｣ His voice was slightly more feminine than androgynous, but his face was cute as he pouted. Approaching close enough, he held out a hand to shake back with. Moving back a bit, he decided to explain a bit more about himself to clear things up. He wasn't satisfied leaving it where it was. ｢I'm Pwyll. A Swashbuckler. Unlike those heavy hitters, I'm more about speed. It has more aesthetic appeal to me. Fast movement, sort of like dancing. As for music, I use to play at a university level. Though, I only ever did it as a hobby. Games and work kept me occupied. What about you? You seem to handle your instrument well. You practice?｣ Saying that much, his speech was a casual masculine tone but his pitch was on the level of feminine. It was quite confusing. He was raised in an orphanage where gender was almost non-existent and then raised with a brother who was a good enough role model, until his closed friends came to be females since the guys were typically... confused. Looking out to the ocean, or sea, whichever it was, Pwyll couldn't help but admire it. He had not travelled in the real world, only when he was a child apparently, but he didn't remember it. Looking back at the tree line, he looked in the direction he came from. Which was was it to get back? He was only really wandering around to begin with. It wasn't like he knew the proper way back. Well, that was a lie. Firstly, he could use Call of Home, the adventurer's starting spell, to get back to Londinium. Or he could temporarily enhance the resolution of his own memory to find his way back. It was an outside system skill, so to speak. Took him a long time to get the hang of enhancing his own memory. It was very handy in life, though, so he toughed it out. Turning his attention to the girl, teenager, or woman in front of him, Pwyll titled his head for a bit. What age would he put her at? All he had to go on was that the avatar resembled the user, the voice, the posture and choice of words/actions. Overall, he had to guess close to twenty, but out of respect, would not voice his opinion. He knew how people felt about their age. Especially his own, since he looked three to four years younger in reality. It helped him out during his job though, when working during the day. Working at night as part of the bar staff, he just had to change his demeanor to fit the role. Now, how should he adjust himself for the person he faced? Or rather, could he still do that? They had already been introduced. Oh well, times be moving. ｢So, what brings you out to the Coastline? Just looking for a quiet spot to play music?｣ These are the scars that have brought me where I am

[/font][/font] WORD COUNT; 750
| PARTY; Pwyll, Elia
| NOTES; ---
| made by lafayel ♡ btn
| edited by Tarry ♡ LH[/ul][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][/div]

[Elia]

Elia stood there for a moment, when the male spoke he had almost reminded her of another female. She wasn't expecting that and was taking back a tad bit by his voice. Before she felt him take her hand. Giving it a hard grab and shake she let go of his hand before drifting away, with movements on her feet. She was light on her feet due to her dancer class, and came in handy to turn in quick movements or even just mess with people. Cause when she spun back a bit, she had kicked up a little water and sand making it splash and slush around her. Turning her attention to the sky she smiled a bit. "A better aesthetic huh? I suppose that could be true. Most people rely on their strength alone, but what they don't know is that when they rely too much on their selves, your body will betray you at the most important part..." She said looking down at her new body, it was so much easier to move around without the pain, she could run, breathe, and swim without worries now. And yet, she could still feel the pain she suffered in the old world as if it was still here.

Looking at Pwyll, Elia finally let a small smile cross her face. "My Name is Elia, and well I'm a Bard." She state d holding out her Lyre to the man. "It's a small hand held harp, I picked it up when I was in the real world. It has the same notes as a normal heart, and a can go up to a higher volume. So I guess you could call it almost like a mini piano no?" She stated placing in his hands. When he would look back at her, he could see her Rapier strapped tightly to her back, it ran down the length of her body. It blended in with the black leather she wore, and her hair covered the hilt earlier. It was an advantage she had, to be able to hide all of her weapons. Some things where nice for a woman, and well it sometimes bugged her how people only looked at her for her curves some times. And that made it the worst part about being a girl. "So, Mister Swashbuckler, I take it that you didn't come out here for a friendly visit huh?" She stated looking him over one last time.

"You're not bad once I get a closer look at you, so I don't mind if I have to do something to repay you for finding me." She stated a bit before she locked eye contact with him. Her eyes dead serious, "I don't like being in debt, and you came out of your way to find my music, even trying to fuse with the pitch, so that you could find me... What do I owe you?" She said getting closer to him, and nearly pushing him against the tree behind him. Being as she was, Elia would never allow herself to be in debt, so whatever he requested would be granted at this time. And as a pact, she had given the male a hold of her lyre. It was her way of guaranteeing that she wasn't going to run away from him and just disappear. "I can either make you feel better, or...." She trailed off before slamming her fist against the tree a soft smile on her face. "I could do something trivial as a small quest and give you the reward..." She said her tomboyish traits coming back out as she stepped back. Elia was done teasing the male before letting her hands drop to her side.

"Anyway, don't get the wrong idea, I am lost but I'm not too desperate either, If I wanted I'd wait till my home spell is back up, but I wanted out of here sooner because I was hungry." All the sudden, Elia's voice seemed to be almost boy like, and it had a carefree accent to it. But the strangest part of it all, she seemed to be distant now, there was no cheer in her voice anymore. One could say that she had undergone a change completely. "I'm sorry for teasing you like that, I figured I'd get a good laugh out of it. But it's no fun without an actual guy. It's hard enough to take you seriously dressed as you are. And then being with that voice, it's pathetic... I'm sorry if I am being blunt. But you're kind of creepy. It's like your trying to be a girl, and it's pathetic. I wish sometimes I wasn't born as a female. But as it is with you being a male, and trying to act like a female, it's insulting to me." Her eyes and voice deprived of almost all emotions just starred at the man. This was the true Elia, instead of the woman that was teasing on the beach...

Setting

The Beach/Forest

CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Story

NOTES Elia's True Self WORD COUNT 842

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Pwyll watched and listened as the woman, or perhaps teenager, fluttered about and spoke of strength of mind over strength over body. He didn't know what to make of her so far, but he could feel this tinge of reality in her words. Everyone had their own burdens to bare, his own being both his femininity and his past. Hearing her introduce herself, he bowed his head slightly to her as confirmation. Elia the Bard and Pwyll the Swashbuckler were now introduced. Taking the Lyre that was handed to him while being spoken to, he held it with both hands and observed the strings. He's seen some Harps on the internet before, and the Lyre definitely appeared more portable. He figured that it could be used similar to a violin without the bowing, using fingers to adjust the tone of a string. Looking up, he saw the rapier on her back. A thrust type. To the point. Maybe it reflected the user? Thinking on this, Pwyll expanded this line of thought. A rapier was a straight blade used for thrusting rather than stabbing and thought of as an elegant weapon. To this point, maybe the user was the type to be blunt and had an elegance to her. If he had to relate himself to his katana, he would say that he has been tempered by time and experience to the point where he was able to cut through obstacles in his way. Metaphorically speaking. But a weapon was by no means a way of defining someone. To prove his point, a teasing and sarcastic voice called out to him from his thoughts. It was a voice that spoke lies and eyes that lacked deceit. It was something he was use to, being of his appearance in reality. It was hard to escape. Being backed up a bit as she approached, Pwyll was taken aback and was left with that smile on his face. To most people, it would appear as a quizzical smile, but those familiar with him would know it was a fake smile used to over up his thoughts when he didn't know what else to do in a situation. It lacked a sense of strength in it, emotion in a way. All that stood between the two was that Lyre in his hands, with less than a meter away being a tree behind his back. Stuck between a tree and a woman. As she mentioned making him feel better with a trailing voice, the following punch to the tree pushed him up against it as well, making that distance non-existent. It was closer than he was use to with others, save friends back in reality and family members of his. And then it struck. That voice he heard which, to him, was dripping with loathing and harmful intent. A poison to his ears. Her argument was logical that it would be easier to be directed back when hungry rather than waiting for the Call of Home cooldown. But the tone of voice was distasteful and detrimental to his thinking. As he listened to the girl rambling on about whatever she liked, his head slowly drooped down, causing his bangs to cover his eyes. What was this feeling? This burning in his blood. That throbbing in his head. That quickening pulse in his chest. On the outside, it might have looked like he was pouting or depressed because he was being talked to so negatively. But that wasn't the case. That fake smile disappeared and he was left with a stern face with no present emotion showing, making it hard to tell what he was feeling. Yuu and his brother, Leif, often had an argument about music. Yuu always believed that people could understand each other's true selves by the music they played from their hearts, full of emotion. Leif wasn't quite so 'romantic' as he put it. This was when they were still young. The arguing happened every day for a week, until at one point, Yuu finally snapped. He wasn't one to get angry, but when his beliefs were so adamantly rejected without consideration for his own thoughts, he couldn't hold himself back. It was the first fight he ever had with his brother. But that feeling was returning. Yuu, now Pwyll, was always the kind person who never got angry and played off the negatives so easily. But that time, that unknown 'throb' in his head took over. Like a voice from his personal demons... His hands drooped to the side, void of strength. Taking a deep breath in, he tried to slow his thinking. But it wasn't helping. Raising his head back up, his hair was still covering one of his eyes with the other one half closed as they appeared when smiling happily. And on his lips was his smile from before which he showed in tense situations. But the emotion seeping out of his being was not one of happiness or that of being tense. He was trying not to tighten his grip on that Lyre either. Seeing those grave eyes staring at him, his logical mind was thrown out. Not again. Not those looks. He didn't want those looks on him. And so he spoke up. ｢Don't give me that shit, kono busu. Thinking you know everything~｣ Combined with that androgynous voice and smile, the words and poison-tipped tone of voice was the absolute opposite. He even threw in some Japanese which roughly meant "you pig" and was a really offensive term. Following this, his smile vanished and eye fully opened, but they were now giving a piercing glare. His obsidian eyes seemed to be void of light as they looked on with a dark gaze. His stern expression was now revealing his aggressive feelings. He never was good at hiding his emotions. In response, his fox ears perked up and were standing on edge, the same with his pitch black fox tail slipping out from his tunic. It stayed rather parallel to the ground, moving slowly to and fro. His voice had now also dropped and lost all of its warmth, delivering a now masculine, raspy voice. ｢The grass is greener on the other side. Don't push me, girl. I've paid for my appearance my entire life, so don't go thinking for a moment that the way I live is by my choice.｣ To pay her back for earlier, he didn't end there. Gaining back part of his logical thinking, he knew he couldn't just flip things around there, and he wasn't particularly satisfied, but he knew he had said too much. Approaching her slowly, he got right up close to her as she did to him, and stopped a few centimetres away from nose to nose. He wasn't going to back down to a challenge, even if it wasn't intended as one. ｢Pay back the debt? No. I'll collect it another time. I usually don't care, but I'll make an exception for you. Complaints? None. Your opinions are nothing.｣ With that, he reached a hand around her which may have seemed a breach of personal space, but he was simply returning the Lyre as he held it on his wrist to free his hand, part her hair and slide it onto the rapier hilt on her back. Back-stepping for several meters, Pwyll opened some distance as he breathed in and out, calming himself. As he did so, his ears flattened against his hair again and his tail drooped back down. He parted his hair again and softened his expression. He tilted his head and left a sort of 'what should we do now' on his half smiling face. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

[/font][/font] WORD COUNT; 1250
| PARTY; Pwyll, Elia
| NOTES; Somehow... sorry. I don't have a personality for him being irritated or angry so I just experimented... Hopefully I've left enough for you to react to. Elia hit a nerve ^_^;
| made by lafayel ♡ btn
| edited by Tarry ♡ LH[/ul][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][/div]

[Elia]

Standing there for a moment, Elia could see that the young man had been distracted. As his smile had began to place on his face, when they had gotten so close. As she was still off into her own world a tad bit, the glare in her eyes remained there, she had spoke a lot, because she had been silent for so long. She missed the encounter with people at some moment, and it being her first in a while, she had a lot of hate boiling up in her. Suddenly a poisonous sounding noise came from the man by the tree. He had looked directly at her, and began to speak. Speaking of how she was a pig, which she did not mind at all. In fact when he stated that, one could see a small smile appear on her face, as she was pulling back as she had said. It was good that she was called a pig, finally someone with guts has shown up, and one that wouldn't back down from insults. Looking towards the man, she noticed that his feminine like voice had faded away. And he was back to a more unknown, a balance between male and female. Which suited the way he looked.

"Very good, I didn't think you'd notice that, but I'm not a woman after all, I'm just like you." She stated the steady smile, almost sinister looking remained on her face, but was replaced by a stern look as he got nose to nose with her. Most males that have gotten this close, had been kicked in several places, that should not be hurt. Sometimes you can almost hear the pain of the special designated pain sensors bursting and crunching under her kick. A hand bringing her even closer, another hand reaching back and parting her hair, finally a small clink as he placed the lyre on her rapier. He spoke to her as if he'd take the favor later, and that really got under her skin, Elia had stated earlier that she couldn't stand owing anyone a debt, and that is why she was repaying to now. A small growl came from her lips but before she could say anything the male had stepped away. Now she was pissed in a way, the two of them where clashing, and yet she could see the male side of Pwyll, starting to slowly defend itself.

Suddenly a sharp laugh came from Elia as she stepped back a bit and looked the man dead in the eyes again. "Well done Swashbuckler, taking the situation into your advantage, and managing to make me pissed. I didn't think you could do that, though your insult was on the mark, the fact of holding my debt really took it a step beyond." She stated before putting her hands towards her hips looking at him. "I guess you can't judge a book by it's cover, you stood up for the male side of you after all. And you lost that annoying Feminine voice you had just a second ago." Turning around and walking towards a tree Elia stooped down to pick up her belongings, before pulling her lyre out again. "Guess it won't hurt to use this as we walk... I think I'm explode if I say more." She stated looking over at Pwyll. He had just pissed off one woman, by not even an insult, but by holding her at debt. One in which she will have to repay at a later date. But who'd of guessed that they would turn out like this.

Pulling the lyre up to her arm, she slightly held it parallel to her forearm, a way a harp is positioned, but using one hand to hold the front bow, and the other slowly and steadily plucking at the strings. There was a sharp melody coming from it, every musician could tell that it was played with anger. The notes conveyed feeling, and sometimes it made a small ping here and there as it should to fit evenly within the tempo. Every note was precise now, and continued with her flow, her feet moving almost like a dancer, her body swerving and tilting in different direction. Each time a note rang out, she moved along with it. As her subclass was a dancer, she was able to easily obtain a sense of movement with her music. It made for a nice variation. It was just as she was in real life, she'd move to the music and love to dance to what she played. Now though, she could honestly feel it within her. Music inspires dancing, as dancing inspires music. Looking up occasionally from her playing, she would follow behind the man, that had kept her promise for a later time, who know what it would be then..

Setting

The Beach/Forest

CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Story

NOTES Don't Worry I had fun, and here the song she's playing WORD COUNT 804

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Glius was walking down the road Wearing his usual mask with the purple scar on the right eye and his charcoal black jacket reaching below his knees, his whistling black hair cut quite short but not too short giving off the indication that it has recently been cut, While he was armed and armored the weapons he had were only starter weapons, a katana and a kunai.
after walking for a while he almost bumped into a sleeping cat, only to find out that the cat was actually dead with his guts wide open, Glius thought quickly that there were monsters here so he ran as fast as he could, after a while of running he saw a 2 wolves mountain wolves they were lvl 1 and 2 and were actually quite tough and Glius simply ran away when he saw them since he wasn't really the type to fight head on and after looking back was when he suddenly bumped into a man and i woman, the woman dressed quite lightly but the man, Well the man didn't really quite give him a 'manly impression', however when he bumped into the man he tripped over and the wolves they jumped ontop of him but to his amaze they werent attempting to kill and eat him nope, they were actually quite friendly giving of a friendly atomsphere. The two wolves were black and white, the white one had long fur while the black one had a short and cuddly fur which gave the impression that he was most likely the younger one. If the two people peered at them and tried to look for something then upon closer interaction, the two people that he had bumped into probably would've seen that those wolves actually had the "friendly" tag. however the boy was simply starting to cuddle with them appearing as if he was simply playing tag with those two overly friendly wolves. If the two people interacted with the man he would act shy and protective over those wolves, even though he was giving off the impression he had never seen them before he was appearantly overprotective of most mammals. The young man that had bumped into the two introduced himself as Glius and said with a slightly neverous but still extremely happy tone, the nervous tone indicating that he wasn't usually very interactive with anything other then mammals "Pleased to meet you, my name is Glius and i love mammals, mainly wolves though." Glius didn't appear to be very scared of those two right now even though he had just recently been running away from them. The two people would then hear two voices in their heads the first one talking with very happy and younger attitude while latter the other one had a slightly older and certified voice: "Don't hurt him the boy please he is good. Yes, can't yo see how he adores us." The two people would see the black wolf looking at them first with very happy and enjoyable eyes while the white one looked later at them when the second voice started talking and the black wolf looked away and started enjoying the cuddle as the white one started to look at the two people.

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[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Not bothering to respond any more, Pwyll just nodded his head as he began to walk. As much as he enjoyed the company of another, this one was a bit hard to manage. The throbbing in his head had died down, so his impulses had been calmed it seemed. Heading back into the forest, he followed his vague but accurate memory of how to return. Listening to the music that was being played, he could hear the rhythmic footsteps on the grass behind him. Well, she seemed alright when her mouth was shut. Maybe he could make some head accessory for someone's face. Stop them talking. Either that, or make their voice sound more pleasing to the ears. Maybe call the accessory "Bane"? Seems like it would fit. Amusing himself like this, he gave a light smirk on the corner of his lips while he stood over tree roots. Glancing back at the woman, Pwyll wondered how old she was. While he was doing this, his balance was thrown off with a hard thud, causing him to collapse to the ground. Landing face first, his hair tie got caught on a branch, snapping the tiny branch/shrubbery off and getting stuck in his long hair. Propping himself back up with his arms, he complained in Japanese as he sat on his knees, rubbing his face. Grabbing the branch out, he hair fell loose as the hair tie came out. Well, may as well leave it out for now. His flowing, wavy black hair had a certain shine to it as it swayed with his head movements. Standing up, he brushed himself off before turning around to see what had happened. To his surprise, he found another adventurer and two wolves. They didn't look like something from the bestiary. As far as he had scouted, he hadn't seen any. So they weren't a mob? They must be like the livestock. Looking at them, he watched the scene in front of him for a while before giving his fake smile as before, the same one he shows when he doesn't know what else to do. They wolves sure didn't look to be acting hostile, but he was always the weary one. He had been jumped before in previous games, be it by a friendly mob or a casual player who was doing it for fun. Looking to the 'lady', he sidestepped a few times to get next to her before whispering towards her. ｢Do you know... what's going on?｣ Waiting a while for a response, he wondered how to respond to the newcomer. Just before doing so, though, he had an idea. Escape. Now would be a good time. He had Call Of Home ready, so he could escape with a sickening vertigo instead. He had yet to send a friend request to the bard, but somehow he had a feeling that it may not work out. In any case, he prepared for a quick departure. Manipulating his menu while taking a few steps back, he sent a friend request to Elia, waiting for the screen to show either an Accept notice or a Decline notice. No matter which one happened, Pwyll put on a smile as he put a hand behind his back, pressed a button on his HUD, and then waved goodbye to the two. ｢Looks like you have a choice of three other escorts. Mata ne~｣ And with that, the familiar light engulfed his body after the duration had finished. Instantly, a strong sense of vertigo overcame him. It was bearable, but still disorientating for someone who wasn't use to it. Arriving back in Londinium, he fell to his knee briefly upon landing, trying not to go wonky and fall over. Letting the sensation fade, he stood up again and put his hands in his pockets, looking around. There weren't many people around at the moment, which was fine by him. He didn't have much else to do now, so he would probably just wonder around before crafting a bit. Looking up to the sky, he thought back to his encounter. It should had been a long time since he had snapped at someone. It was both embarrassing, and nostalgic. Memories of the real world. Stretching his arms above him, he started walking on towards the crafting areas. Maybe he could invest in a full sized piano. Would be nice to play again. Though, he would probably need his own living space and pay the upkeep so that he could store such a large item. Oh well, that was something to decide on a later date. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

[/font][/font] WORD COUNT; 750
| PARTY; Pwyll, Elia, dordur
| NOTES; With this, Pwyll exits. I'm having a hard time thinking of how to respond to threads >.<
| made by lafayel ♡ btn
| edited by Tarry ♡ LH[/ul][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][/div]