For Knowledge (Open(mail me first please)

[Aeon]

Aeon sat in his old tailoring spot, the night was rolling in it was approaching Halloween and it seemed like the city was preparing for just that.

This spot was always very good for relaxing, round a campfire, however it had become a long time since Aeon had ever done any tailoring, he was now buried in books and researching the world we were now stuck in.

His new motto “Knowledge is Power”, the more you could discover about the world or its enemies or the creature within gave you more ability to combat them when they appeared or to work out weaknesses you could use against something which wasn’t going to aggro against you on sight.

Aeon hadn’t seen any of the people he had crafted for in a long time, maybe they had travelled away from the city in search of other people, maybe people had spawned in other cities of course it was hard to check with the travel times, having no maps and the fact we were all reset to basic characters meaning that we had none of our original contacts or gear, in all intents in purposes the experienced players had an advantage in knowledge but most of that knowledge wasn’t applicable now it could very well been seen as a disadvantage due to the fact the combat styles had now changed.

Aeon had become buried in notes around him were scattered crude drawings of dissections he had performed on mobs he had significantly weakened and then paralyzed to allow him to work before they could despawn.

He was sure many would cool him a mad man for his work, maybe he was, but it was the knowledge that was his main aim even if people would not appreciate his work.


WC: 296


Salvaje

[Salvaje]

OOC: Shop Items are pre-approved so function on the assumption that I'm already a Heretic... For info on her look:
log-horizon.proboards.com/threads/recent/3425

IC: Salvaje walked the street an old stomping ground. It was weird being here again. After so much time. Spending so much time meditating in seclusion had revealed new truths to her. This place though, it felt like the past... If that made sense. However in her new frame of mind, it revealed new truths to her. She could see them everywhere. She flipped through her inventory and saw just a scarf. She closed her inventory right after, looking up to see the scarf's creator, in the place he made it.

"Mira! Senor... I seem to be lost." She said walking up to Aeon. She knew where she was and who she was talking to, she also noticed all the papers on the ground. She had a pretty clear idea of what they were. However it seemed humorous to pretend not to. "I seem to remember a tailor, my friend... He was here. Pretty good with a stitch and not bad on the ears. Haha, just messing with you. Ai que suerte! Who would have though you'd be here." She remarked. "Do you remember me? It's fine if you don't."

[Aeon]

A figure approached him, the faced seemed familiar, but Aeon as a person was no good with remembering names he could remember someone’s face but rarely their names, that was always one issue for him, his memory seemed to be somewhat photographic remembering images and near pointless facts but as he aged the more important facts he tried to learn later on became harder and harder to remember and contain in his mind.

He looked the young female up and down and responded with “I recognise faces good enough but I am not one who is good with names, would you care to enlighten me?”

Aeon had no intent to rapidly clear away his work as he believe many people would when a female whom was good looking approached them at least that’s what it was like on tv and in anime but then Aeon was the type of person who didn’t give a damn most of the time, it took him a number of months to get into the habit of combing his hair every morning…..


wc:177

[Salvaje]

"Ah I figured as much... I guess the armor fooled you. Haha, I guess I've changed." it hit her that face tattoos were less surprising in this world, plenty of people had them. Not like hers, but then again who pays much attention nowadays. "Yo soy Salvaje. Sorry I mean my name is Salvaje and you're Aeon right? You hadn't changed much." She then pulled the bandana from her bag, showing it to him. "We met right here, and you made me this. It's the only thing I held onto, well besides what I'm wearing now." She felt awkward, she stuck to herself and now expected some one to remember her.

"I went into seclusion for a while... You know, not exactly right in the brain for a while. This whole situation got to be a bit much, and I needed to well... Ya know, adjust." She remembered the spot in the woods she found. Where not a soul had found her. Where she spent all her time meditating in hunger. "I thought I went crazy for a bit, but I came back. Gave myself purpose and whatnot. And you? What have you been doing with yourself since we last met? Staying out of trouble I assume." She said, thinking haphazardly about her words.