[Open] A Crippling Start

[sotarou]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Swashbuckler - Gardener - Chef

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My Arm... it's... there...
So here he was, just minding his own business, when suddenly he blinked and he was in a brand new place... it looked alot like London proper... he'd walked that street so often, it was hard to miss... but... it looked all overgrown... like he had been thrown forward into the future... the only thing he could think of that happened is that he passed out and is dreaming... to test, he slapped himself. Hard. In the face. Yeah, it hurt alright... so not a dream... looking at himself, he noticed a few things... one, he seemed to be dressed in chainmail and wearing two Rapiers on his belt... he blinked... that was his gear in Elder Tale... if that was the case... then he had been transported into the game! Every nerd's dream... and then as he was thinking on that, something that was there that wasn't supposed to be there caught his eye... his head moved slowly towards the left side of his body... where once was a stub of a shoulder and no arm now dangled a full-length left arm! This... this was new! New to him in every way! He started panicking a bit now as he looked at his arm a bit... trying to will it to move... he'd never had a left arm, so having it in this game felt... WEIRD to him! As he thought about it, his arm did indeed start moving. Twitches at first, but then he had his entire left arm raise up to the sky as he spread his fingers outward and inward, to flex them... looking up at his flexing fingers and feeling how they moved, he seemed to be able to move it alright without concentrating too much... he made a fist, squeezing it tightly as he tensed up his entire left arm... then released the tension. Moving it about, it felt real enough... it felt like a real arm and hand! Tears streamed across his face as the realization of this set in! He sobbed happily, dropping to his knees! "I... I have an arm... oh bloody brilliant!" He shouted to the sky as he laughed happily, tears still streaming in his face! "Oh, bloody hell... I can't wait to use this thing!" He decided not to wait, and instead grabbed his Rapiers, drawing them both out and testing the movement around himself... simple motions and such... but as he did so, the menu button showed up and it startled him. "What the... okay, if there were any doubt before, that's all well and gone now." He looked at the menu a bit, looking through everything he could do, pressing menu buttons here and there, finding the logout button! He pressed it, and sure enough... nothing. "Well, that'd be too bloody easy there..." He looked around, and decided there was no use to be standing here in the middle of an alleyway, so he sheathed his Rapiers for now and took a deep breath, standing up from his knees and starting his walk out of the alleyway he'd been in... but as he just exited the alley, he found himself tripping over his own feet and falling face-first onto the ground! "Well... that's going to get annoying..."

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Rapier, Starter Rapier
ABILITIES USED:
TAGS: @open
WORDS: 541

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[Kaskaide]

Twenty minutes past ten in the morning – that was the time he knew. The sun was up and the streets of the city were bustling with people in suits. He stood beneath the roof of a bus stop, which was a few blocks away from his apartment, or at least, like the time, that was what he knew. He faced the main road, thinking of how much he’d eaten for breakfast, and if it would be enough for the day. It was going to be a long day, after all, again, at least, it was what he knew. The world, the city – London and its population of God knows how many, the cars, the buses, the cab, and the unrelenting smell of early morning dew mixed with the oily, thick, nauseating scent of car exhaust; all of these things, he knew, recalled, and remembered. One moment, he was clutching his iPhone with a hand in his pocket, the other, holding up a cigarette to his mouth. The next moment was a blur. It was dark, and blank, as if that exact space did not exist, and as if the time had gone. A single second, or minute, and all space had been erased in that one moment. This was the Catastrophe – a moment of universal nothingness where the world he knew was warped into something else.

Light began to enter his consciousness as his eyelids opened slowly. His senses were returning. The first to fully return was his sense of touch, which spurred him to place his hands over the hard concrete. What he could recall was the bus stop, and nothing else at the moment. He then realized that he was lying face down on uneven stone, and with a low groan, he pushed himself up. Slowly, he began to hear a familiar ring in his ears. The ring grew in volume, but not to deafening levels; just audible and plain – like noise in the background. If he’d focus on it, it would be more pronounced, otherwise, it was just simple there; like he could hear himself breathing, but it wasn’t exactly breathing that he was hearing. It was a ring – a sound oscillating in intensity, from high, to low, then high, like a pulse. He was finally able to stand on his own, though, he was still a little weary, and very disoriented. Though, nothing hurt in particular. It was just like waking up from a deep sleep. Reflex dictates that he had to stretch, and so he raised his arms and reach high. He yawned, and squinted his eyes for a bit, and opened them only to find that he was facing a building, old and moss-laden. His instincts began to kick in, and he surveyed the area, looking left, and then right.

London? Perhaps not. No, not in this world anymore.

Similar structures can be seen from his low vantage point. Surrounding him were only a few others, basically doing what he was doing. Though, he couldn’t exactly take it in initially. People around him weren’t exactly dressed for city life anymore. Instead, they were dressed oddly. He once figured this place to be a little too monochromatic, but now, there was color everywhere, and things seemed a little too vibrant under the bright yellow light of the sun.

People were dressed differently from one another. People? No – not exactly. Not everyone seemed like a person to him, at all. Not anymore. His eyes scanned the surroundings particularly focusing on the ones who seemed to have a physical body. Others seemed human, and they might have been, if it not for their pointed ears. Others, he could label as midgets, if it were not for their height; they seemed a bit taller. Others seemed to appear right out of a fairy tale, or a fantasy game – hair dyed in blue, others with animalistic ears protruding from their heads, and others, now either fancying or worrying about their disfigured anatomy simply by having whiskers, tails, paws, fur, and et cetera. A glint of light caught his attention at the center of his gaze. He squinted, and it became clear to him that this small lustre came from something attached to his face… Whiskers?

His vision fell to his hands which he held in front of him, as if he was holding something with his elbows clipped to his lateral trunk. They seemed normal, although, wrapped in bandages up to the fingertips. “Where did these come from?”

The focus faded into the distance as he saw the ground, expecting feet. Instead, he saw a pair of paws – cat paws wrapped in bandages, and standing on point over the gray concrete. He moved, a step, and realized that it was part of him too – the paws. Then, it came down on him like a landslide. White robes, whiskers, an unfamiliar warmth over his body, paws, a lighter gait… This wasn’t his world anymore.

“Elder… Tale? Am I inside a game? But?!-“

A surge of panic rose from within him. He began to run in an attempt to snap himself back to reality, thinking that maybe, at least, if he got his blood pumping hard enough, he’d be able to wake-up from this silly day dream. He traced his steps, back down the block and passing by the old English Phone booth by the corner, and the flower shop he used to see everyday – back to his apartment. He ran fast As a matter of fact, he can’t ever recall running this fast without even feeling his legs burn, or his chest tighten. He was light, and he can’t feel the weight of his body under his feet anymore. It was like he was made to run. He could easily move past most of the people who were still on the streets standing in wonder, like they were figures stopped in time. Easily, he crossed three blocks and finally made his way to their block, turning the corner with much aggression. His eyes then caught onto someone who was about to fall to the ground, a few feet from the corner of an alleyway by the building of his apartment. He was alarmed, and he could feel the electricity running, surging up his spine, making every strand of hair on his body stand on end. It was a sudden stop, initially, allowing his body to fall forward as the momentum pushed him a little farther, but with his legs, and his newly acquired sense of balance, he immediately hopped backwards, narrowly avoiding the falling body. There was a loud thud on the ground, and then two taps, his cat-like feet barely making a sound.

”Well, that’s going to get annoying,” he heard the fallen man say.

“Are you okay?” inquisition – an instinctive reaction.

WORD COUNT: 1132
OOC: Sorry for the slow post.

[sotarou]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Swashbuckler - Gardener - Chef

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Someone's talking to me...
Face still in the dirt as he had fallen, Sotarou groaned as he attempted to push himself up to standing... but that wasn't happening, as he just about fell back down. He resorted to staying on his knees for now. "Are you okay?" came someone's nearby question... he looked up, and saw a Cat-folk character. He couldn't remember the race off the top of his head... but... they were talking... to him...

He took a deep breath and attempted to right himself. He stood up, albeit shakily... "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine... just... a little wobbly, is all..." He takes another deep breath, dusting himself off a bit as he stands tall and proud, 6'2". He looks at the cat. "Thank you for your concern. I'll be f-" He was about to say that he'd be fine... but would he really be fine? In this place? Where he didn't really even know that much when he started out? He needed people to help him... and... this was as good as he could think of, finding other people and joining with them. "Actually... I could use some help... You see... I had just finished making this character about 20 minutes ago... and... I could use any sort of help I could get." He looks a bit ashamed to be asking this... his right arm goes to squeezing his left, seemingly self-consciously.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Chainmail, Starter Rapier, Starter Rapier
ABILITIES USED:
TAGS: @open
WORDS: 229

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[Kaskaide]

Tall – was the only thing that came to mind when the man finally got to his feet rather unsteadily. From what he could tell, the man in front of him stood about at least six feet tall. And he was… Well… Currently, tall, too, but not as tall as the man in front of him, give or take an inch or two perhaps. Nevertheless, the werecat wondered…

Right – appearances. How you would appear in this world is different from how you appear in the real world. After all, it was based off of a game. He raised his left hand, just a few inches before before his face, and looked at both the palm side, and the back side of it. He began thinking of how much he had not realized at first about his physique; of how it differently it felt to hold – no – BE another body or another being. Cat ears, paws, fur, they all appeared to be from an entirely different organism, but still, every sensation felt the same, except, for his sense of his own weight, balance, and gait which he found to be rather improved. Left hand dropped to the side, he looked at the man in front of him, eying him from head to toe. Blond hair, leather black top, white collared shirt, non button up and long sleeves: give the man an eye patch and a hat, and he would look like a pirate. Particularly, he noticed the two sheathed swords - rapiers holstered and fastened by leather belts over either side of his waist. His eyes then looked up, catching the man’s gaze, and also, the last bits of words from his sentence…

“I could use any sort of help I could get.”

“Yeah, sure,” he uttered nonchalantly, while heaving out a sigh. He held his hands to his head first, running them all over his cranium from the back of his head. He took this moment to ease himself of the anxiety, not meaning to sound rather uninterested. The fact of the matter was that he was too interested, just that there was a lot to take in in a short amount of time. Too much, that if he thought about it, he felt like his head was going to explode. “Alright. I guess it would be good to stick together for now. I’m not too happy with what’s going on, but I’m not exactly sad about it either,” he added, forcing a little smile. It was difficult to smile, or, at least he found it difficult to – probably because of his already different facial construct.

As his lips curved up, he raised his hand and extended it towards the man in front of him. Suddenly, green figures swarm before his field of vision, but not totally. His surrounding became dim, and he was taken aback. The werecat moved his hand back with a slight jerk. Initially he looked surprised, but then he looked closely, and realized almost immediately that they were windows, and command buttons and icons. This was probably the user interface that the game had when it was still a game. It was familiar to him, so, he smiled afterwards, and with the swipe of his hand, had dismissed the interface. He reached out his hand once more.“Sorry, it was just the user interface. I’m Kaskaide, by the way,” he said, extending a hand and a greeting. “It’s nice to meet you”

WORD COUNT: 575

[sotarou]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Swashbuckler - Gardener - Chef

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I'm Talking To Someone...
The stranger smiled as the Cat-guy offered a hand to shake. It was easier for him to smile, since the Half-Alv was more close to human than a cat was... he graciously accepted the hand and shook it with his right, his left arm dangling quite limp. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am An-" He stopped himself... he was about to give his real name... bad form... bad things... He coughed as if he was clearing his throat a bit for the excuse of stopping. "I'm Sotarou." He had only chosen the name 15 minutes ago... hopefully, he didn't forget to keep calling himself that. "If you couldn't tell, I'm a Swashbuckler."

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Chainmail, Starter Rapier, Starter Rapier
ABILITIES USED:
TAGS: Kaskaide
WORDS: 114

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ooc: Sorry about not posting until now. Power's been out for 29 hours.