Into the Fray [P]

[Besavel]

This Open wound

is like a crimson rose

Flower petals flew, dancing in the rough wind. The girl's long blonde hair was dancing behind her. She let out a soft sigh, as she tucked her hair back to her head, and softly crouched down, hiding in the whirl of petals. Her eyes, wide open could see.. monster names, moving upwards towards her. Indeed, she had figured that her sub-class, Pathfinder, would be able to help her track, and avoid monsters. In fact, it was rather interesting, and she ventured out herself; she managed to get out here, without aggroing a single monster. Another breath left her chest, as she smiled gently. She would be capable, so long as only one monster came towards. With a shift, she moved along a path, noting a monster on it's own.

Lucky for her, the name that she read was Dull Green Slime. There quite a few more around, along with some Young Pittered Boar running around, but the slime she was targeting? Was approaching her. With a soft movement, the elven samurai dashed in, swiping with her claymore, and then jumped back, swinging again. With it's attention drawn, she moved a bit further back, casting her gaze around once more. Finding herself safe, she focused on dodging blows, and striking back, trying to learn the flow of this blade. A claymore; a beautifully large blade, and it felt just right in her hand, as she let out another soft noise. It was good.. she felt nice swinging the blade, and watching the immediate affects on the opponent.

With a final slash, the slime exploded, and the girl shielded her eyes with the blade, turning it flat towards the body so that the slime splattered there. With an air slash, the slime flew off. Indeed, Besavel found herself quite content with how the progression had went. It was feeling more and more natural; to her, she couldn't understand the concepts of the game, and found herself immersed in the actual physical aspects. She liked.. being here. This was a boon to her; free of the worries she had felt in her life, free of all obligations, and she could choose how she could be. Perhaps it was a teenage rebellion that was brewing in her for a long time, but Besavel couldn't accept the thought.

Well she could, but some part of her would always scold her, and reach for home in it's own natural way. And that was fine; her faith.. her self was unshakeable. The girl stood still, but then she saw a bunch of monsters moving.. towards her? They weren't chasing a player; and then the realization dawned on her. The slime's explosion had hit near by other slimes and boars, and they were coming towards her. ''Five.. six.. seven.'' she counted out loud. Indeed, that was quite much for the elven woman; but it could work couldn't it? Her body shifted, as she stomped her foot into the ground, breathing out. She would hold her ground; that said, she meant it in a fighting way.

She would fight them all, but possibly, she would have to use flanking tactics, much like knights would use with calvary. Although she lacked a mount, she could possibly use her Samurai skill to give her a speed boost, and move around them. That would be one strategy, but she wasn't sure if it would last long. With a terse smile, she prepared herself, for the oncoming wave.. she would be fine however. Because her pride would never let her fall, and die without giving a good struggle first.. well at the very least, she'll make it to something or the other. That was the path she had chosen.. and as such, when she saw the monsters, a mere ten feet away, the girl let out a large shout.

''HIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!''

[/b] Tsuki Vayne
•Words; 0638
•Music; Kata Tsubasa no Tori :: Shikata Akiko
•Notes; Aaand another one joins in.. shesh xD [#88dfff]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[Tsuki]

He made his way through the flowery undergrowth at a sedated pace. He was focused intently, not on the view or looking out for monsters, but staring at his own stat screen. Enchanter. He just had to try supporting, didn't he? If there was a single lesson to be learned from the Catastrophe, it was that he should never, ever pick a support role. As of right now, statistically speaking, he had been sucked into a video game world 100% of the times he'd chosen such a class. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if he'd had anybody to actually support, but for now he was all alone, stuck with the one class that could absolutely not go alone. However, this particular area was supposed to be mainly populated by very weak enemies, and even somebody with his current capabilities would surely be able to handle one or two at a time solo if it came to it.

With a sigh, he closed out of the floating interface. No point in dwelling on past mistakes now. At this point he just had to make do with what he had and hope he came out alright. He held his staff out in front of him and examined it. His one and only spell, Astral Hypno, did no damage. Its crowd control effect was, however, very useful. With a cooldown time as long as its duration, it could be spammed to good effectiveness, although since it went away on hit some decent timing would be required to get maximum use out of it. Hitting things with a stick of wood wasn't exactly his idea of DPS either, but it would have to work for the time being. From what he'd seen, Enchanters did have some minor forms of magic damage that could be picked up. Nothing to look twice at, but it would probably be enough to grind out the weaker monsters once he got his hand on them.

His ear twitched at the sudden sound of a gooey explosion nearby. That was another thing - His choice of race had given him an entirely new set of ears, along with a tail. The ears he didn't mind so much. The forward facing aural organs augmented his somewhat poor sight, which was helpful. He did not care for the tail, which sort of got in his way, so he'd done away with it. In any case, he ran forward towards the source of the sound, terrain crunching beneath his feet as he raced. He could just make out a figure nearby, and as he got closer he determined that it was a girl wielding quite a sizable weapon. She was standing opposite a group of about 6 or 7 slimes, showdown style. The infobar floating near her indicated that she was about as new as him, and despite her class of Samurai he doubted she'd be able to make it out of this encounter without help.

There wasn't much he could do with his current skillset, but he was determined to at least attempt this supporting thing. As the girl unleashed her battle cry, Tsuki pointed his staff at the furthest slime and murmured, "Astral Hypno.." and put it to sleep. He could recast as often as possible to keep that one off of her, however that still left six enemies for her to handle. The most he could do at this point was just hit things, so he would. Despite his woefully ineffective armor and weapon, he rushed to her side and brandished his staff as if it were actually effective for physical attacks. This is probably not going to end well... He thought to himself, however outwardly he turned his head towards the samurai and smiled. "I hope you don't mind, but you looked like you needed a bit of assistance!" In that case, you're going to have to settle for me. Sorry.


Word Count: 653

[Vayne]

some coincidences are deliberate

Tsuki,Besavel / totally a weirdo / 733 words

Vayne was lazily spending his day exploring the Windsor Greatwood. He had never been to an actually forest in the old world, so this was a brand-spanking new experience for the man. He was totally immersed with the new surroundings and was really having a good time. He had been in this forest since early morning, walking in between giant pines and oaks while skirting around random field monsters. He wanted to enjoy his day, so he would rather avoid unnecessary fights than jump into one. He smiled as he took a deep breath of the fresh forest air and just slumped down beside a really big pine. As he sat, another figure stopped and stood beside him. Vayne looked up and it was his starter wooden puppet. He stared up at it, and it gazed down at him with that faceless head.

"Man you're creepy." he told the inanimate doll jokingly. "Jeez am I that lonely that I'm talking to a doll like you?"

The doll just stared back at him, and Vayne just shrugged. He now looked at the small clearing he was facing, here and there it was dotted by slimes and boars. Vayne wasn't really worried about one or two of them attacking him as he was a summoner, so he is never really alone.

"Well I might just as well sleep for a bit." he told the doll, as he put his hands behind his head. "Wake me up when shit happens."

Just as he was about to doze off, he heard a small pop in the distance. Vayne opened up his left eye, which was farsighted, and pulled down his glasses to get a better look. In the small clearing, he saw a blonde girl standing a bit to the left, who apparently just killed one of the slimes, with a look of triumph on her face.

"Hmm.." Vayne murmered to himself. "Congratulations."

Vayne decided to go back to napping when he heard a rumble from the right side of the clearing. "God, what is it this time?" he thought as he opened his eyes again.

There he saw a stampede of 7 slimes and boars charging toward the girl. "So I guess spreading slime guts on monsters attract their attention," he thought. "I should make a mental note of that."

As he was getting to his feet, he saw that the slime in the back of the pack stopped in its tracks. Vayne cocked an eyebrow to wonder how that happened, when the answer came rushing out of the forest in the form of a male adventurer. Vayne deduced that the man was a spellcaster due to the clothes he was wearing as well as the stave in his hand, and he must be an enchanter as he remembered that they had a spell that can put enemies to sleep. "Yeah, I read that in the class profiles when I was making my character in this game." he thought.

With one less slime to worry about, the two adventurers still had a lot on their plate. Two boars, which had faster movement speed, led the pack as 4 slimes trailed behind them. He had a little bit of time left before the boars could put the adenturers in deep shit. With that he quickly pressed a button on the comical HUD bar controlling his puppet. It made a clunking sound right before it ran at full speed, albeit rather clumsily. As the doll ran forward, Vayne also dashed right behind it, closing in on the clashing party. Just as the lead boar was about to ram the blonde sword girl, his doll jumped in between them and used it's own body to block the attack. While this was happening, Vayne was already chanting his only summoning spell, and a summoning circle appeared beside the next ram. From the earth burst forth a skeletal soldier, cackling maniacally as it blocked the next boar with a rusty old shield. When the skeletal figure successfully blocked the attack, Vayne used his whip to crack at the first boar, which was being held back by the doll, dealing a bit of damage.

"Hey, Sword girl." he called out to her. "Do you mind? My flimsy little doll won't be able to hold off that angry thing for too long."

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Besavel]

This Open wound

is like a crimson rose

There was power in her, a bravery that none would match. Her blonde bangs moved in the air, as she danced, elegantly, around the monsters; she noticed one had decided to be further off, and as such she turned her back to it. It was instinct; someone, something had decided to help, and as such she would protect that help. Her claymore might be slow in movement, but the girl herself was fleet. Therefore, she could use her body to swing the blade more then it should be in an attack rate. At least that was the plan, as she felt the dull thunk of her sword smashing into another slime sending shocks of the weight. With a sort of pudgy cry, it crumbled to the force of her assault. That was one of the extras that had snuck; without warning, she saw the two boars, passing by slimes to come towards her.

And up by her side? A caster. Besavel had no idea of their class, but she noted that they had no attack spells; and the one monster that swayed, as if caught. So possibly a support damage class, like Shaman or Enchanter. Probably the latter, as the elf let out a smile and nodded. ''That is fine, friend fox tail. We shall push them back; if not, I will cover you as you retreat first.'' she said. Her tone was confident, strong, and most of all composed, as if facing an army of monsters with just him by her side was more then good enough. The blonde let out a soft breath, as she settled her blade in front of her; she was ready to charge in, she just needed them a little bit closer.. just a little bit would be good enough.

However, the boar would not ram into her; a wooden puppet slammed itself in the way, and she understood immediately that they had another ally. Without even hesitating, the samurai ducked, dashing around the doll, and smashed her claymore into the boar's side. It howled in pain, and rolled, but Besavel was already swinging down her sword with a fury. The boar squealed in sheer pain, as a smile once again touched the lips of the blonde elf.

''Watch the other caster! I can handle a few on my own, be careful and stay together!'' she let out, almost barking. But the elegant figure of the elvin girl was like watching someone dance; her blade, large, clunky, new, danced around her body in clangs of metal death, as she finished the boar with a fourth hit; the third had been during her speech. It died, leaving the other boar to the manic skeleton and it's summoner. Also, a jelly or two were heading towards the enchanter, as the girl herself was faced with three slimes; one of which wasn't moving. That meant she only had two opponents left. The girl's smile was now a grin of enjoyment; this battle was something that excited her.

She wanted to prove her skills, to prove herself in this new world. She wanted to show the confidence that she held, the power that she could bring to them all. And this spurred some warrior's blood perhaps, as she felt her lips split into a bigger grin. She wanted to show them the ending of her world; she wanted to show the path that she could bring, like a radiant dawn. The elven girl was quite content with the situation thus far, as the creeping of the dull green slimes came closer and closer to her, as if ready to try and overwhelm her. She let out an annoyed noise, knowing they would not feel like she did, hell they didn't think at all. But for machines, they were relatively smart, so she could possibly outplay them. That would be relatively easy with their state, and perhaps it would be satisfying.

But firstly, they had to make it out of this in one piece.

[/b] Tsuki Vayne
•Words; 0666
•Music; Kata Tsubasa no Tori :: Shikata Akiko
•Notes; And boom! Slimes all ovah! [#88dfff]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[Tsuki]

Tsuki couldn't help but stare blankly at the Elf Samurai and her response to his arrival. Her dialogue sounded like something out of a cheesy fantasy serial. Through his pursed lips he almost berated her for being so into the role. He wasn't one to roleplay in MMOs, as it seemed a bit silly. On second thought, however... This wasn't exactly a game any more. If anything, being in her role was something of a good thing? Everybody was more or less one with their character now, so if there was any time to play the part it would be now... assumedly. In any case, he bit his tongue. He wasn't here to judge. For now the focus was on the slimes ahead.

Speaking of focus, Tsuki's lack of such caused him to flinch and take a reactionary step back when one of two boars were suddenly accosted by some sort of puppet. Tsuki's excellent deduction capabilities lead him to believe that meant a puppeteer would be nearby. A quick glance past the Elf proved his theory true, and the newcomer's apparent summoning of another creature for support pointed to him being.. A summoner. He was really on a roll today. In any case, Tsuki let out a short sigh of relief as capable backup had arrived.

The Elf's call for the two spellcasters to stay together hurt him momentarily, insult magnified by the demanding tone of her voice. He wasn't used to needing that kind of help in these situations, bitterness at the world he now lived in rearing itself yet again. He wanted to tell them he'd be fine on his own, but that was obviously not true. Taking note of the slimes currently heading toward his self, Tsuki raised his staff once more to recast Astral Hypno on the already disabled slime in the back and turned, sprinting towards the Summoner and his puppet. His pursuers weren't the fastest little things in the world, so they would probably have time to get rid of the boar then turn and take on the pests with ease. With a grunt, Tsuki attempted to use his momentum to increase the damage of a downward swing at the remaining beast, but even then the whack did comically low damage. Considering the level of the foe, the amount wasn't exactly negligible, but still... "Ugh, this is like a bad joke..." He mumbled as he leapt back so as to leave the skeletal summon room to attack freely.



Word Count: 415 (ugh)

[Vayne]

some coincidences are deliberate

Besavel, Tsuki/ Mana regen / 400 words

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"This is getting a bit annoying now." Vayne said with a smile as he watched the Samurai girl charge into the fray, thoughtlessly attacking the remaining few slimes. He did however understand her confidence, as a samurai class can both take a lot of damage, while dishing out a lot of it in return. Against two Slimes, with the third already put to sleep again with the other mage's spell, it shouldn't even be a hard ordeal anymore. Vayne just sighed as the other mage, most likely an Enchanter, ran up to his side, leading the slimes toward his direction. The samurai girl was speedily charging at the slimes and as they sludged toward where Vayne stood. Vayne looked at the slimes impatiently as he readied the starter whip in his hands. Even his skeleton seemed a bit bored as it intently waited for something to dice with its rusty sword.

Vayne cracked the whip in his right hand and the skeleton let out an otherworldly roar as it bashed an oncoming slime with its shield and it turned, slashing at the downed slime. It let out a pained gurgling noise as it tried to retaliate, but Vayne just raised his left hand and his puppet rushed at the damaged slime and stomped on it from behind. The slime got confused as two enemies are attacking it simultaneously, and could not successfully attack back. This is the power of a summoner, which brought the numbers game to his favor in any fight.

The bad thing about a summoner is that as the battle drags on, the summoned creature saps off a maintenance cost of mana every few seconds to keep itself in the battlefield. Any longer and Vayne might not have enough mana for an unavoidable fight getting back into town. So with a final crack of his whip and a movement from his left hand, both the puppet and skeleton attacked the slime one last time. It it shook as the the force of the attacks hit the body and it exploded rather violently in death. Vayne stood there for a moment to just soak in the sense of fulfillment he achieved by killing something. This is something that he would probably never be able to achieve in the old world.

With that Vayne gave a sigh of relief as he unsummoned his skeleton. The creature cackled maniacally as the glowing green fire in its eyes faded and its form crumbled to ash and seeped back into the ground. Vayne always loved seeing his skeleton disappear that way, it gives him an eerie feeling every time he does.

"Well I did my part, you could probably take on the last two right?" he said to the Samurai girl as he sent his puppet back to his side with a wave of his hand. "As a samurai, fighting a lone slime should be well within your class' comfort zone."

With that Vayne just went to a tree trunk and leaned his back against it. Eagerly looking forward to seeing the Samurai's moves up close.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Besavel]

This Open wound

is like a crimson rose

Besavel could tell from the male's face that he didn't like it. But the girl was in full motion; the charismatic power that she held was dancing along her blade, her blonde hair mixing with petals in the air as flowers were trampled and scattered. It was a setting worthy of a fantasy novel, if one were to think about it. The Samurai was the knight in shining armor; no, in fact, the elf was the king, the faerie king that surpassed all in front of her. However, things were quite interesting; the summoner had downed one of her three slimes, completely ignoring the boar, and two other slimes that had been coming towards him. There was a sigh from her lips; she knew that this wouldn't last if she was to keep count of everything.

Then again, it felt like she was the center pillar of this battle, the only one that understood the flow and measure of her capabilities. She wanted to speak, but she knew that the two were probably going to not appreciate her berating tone. The first male she had encountered maintained one of the slimes in a sort of suspense, and as she freely attacked, and go rid of the other slime. She had the instinct that perhaps he would keep it as such, as her claymore wasn't as heavy as it used to be to her anymore. Rather, the summoner seemed to have gotten rid of a single slime, and then neglected the three enemies heading his way for one, and second had attacked a slime she had intended to take control of.

That spoke nothing of the male's attitude that she was inferior to him. Besavel might be thick, but she knew when someone was looking down upon her. The Elf felt her green eyes narrow, and then there was a sort of fury etched in her face. ''You fool.'' she muttered under her breath, even as the enchanter was about to get swarmed. She had no time to be slow; her body shifted, her blade sliding back. Without thinking, she wanted her skill to be active; and with a sudden crack, there was a sense of electricity in the area. The air around the girl began to vibrate, and glow softly, as she herself began to seem.. ethereal.

And then she seemingly disappeared; but the truth was, she was much faster now, and running towards the male. Around her, the air crackled, as if electricity itself was eating around her. She had the utmost confidence that the male, the Enchanter probably, would support her.. unlike that summoner. She immediate found herself preferring Kris' friendliness and willingness to help over this male's quiet arrogance. But her body flew at the most dangerous of the targets; the Boar. Her body slammed into the creature's side, as her claymore slid in deep, the creature screaming. The girl then bounced back, and moved around, slashing at it with her steps, as the creature yet again screamed. It was down for the count, as a third slash sunk into it's flesh.

And then her body flew again, dashing into a slime, and sweeping it back with her momentum. It wasn't part of the ability, but it was something her body could do; to Besavel, she didn't understand the system of a game like this, as she had never played one before. To her, this was as real as life, just with magical capabilities and some systems that were lain as law of god, not objective. It made her quite adaptable to this world, and as such it was like.. breathing for herself, fighting without borders. She had an instinct for it perhaps. The slime was sliding, confused probably by her sudden dash. With another step back, she caught the slime that wanted to edge towards the enchanter; that was the one he had started to hit it, and that the summoner had ignored for one of hers.

It exploded, just as the other slime bounced towards her. With a violent twist, the slime fell, as her lightning barrier took the hit, reflecting the damage back. Her blade buried itself into the slime's body, leaving only the enchanted one left for her to fight. The elf was breathing heavily, but she looked at the male, and nodded softly. She already trusted this male, with the scarf around his neck, to guard her back. The girl let out a breath, her body shaking a bit, but she would need a few moment of rest. Deciding to voice that, she ignored the other. ''I need a few seconds; can you keep it under control? It's immensely helpful, and I am grateful for your help.'' she said, blunt but gracious. And a smile touched her lips then.

It was a gentle smile, the kind that was shown by a girl in love. It was that type of smile, the ones that warmed hearts, or were so beautiful that people stopped for a second. After all, Besavel truly felt grateful from the bottom of her heart to this stranger.. she would ask his name afterwards, definitely! He was much more valuable then the lack of awareness summoner.. at least the girl thought so currently. She wouldn't snub the other, but she felt perhaps a bit more grateful to this one. It was probably because to her, the summoner seemed to have been filled with unproven arrogance; just because one had a bit more on their side then most, doesn't meant that they could abandon people for the sheer pleasure of themselves. That kind of selfish attitude sort of irritated the blonde girl, considering how contrary it ran to her beliefs. That was probably why she valued the scarf wearing male, more so then the one relaxing by a tree.

It made sense, considering her moral ground.

[/b] Tsuki Vayne
•Words; 0977
•Music; Kata Tsubasa no Tori :: Shikata Akiko
•Notes; Only the hypnotized one left uu! [#88dfff]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[Vayne]

Death is only the beginning.

tagged / Exit stage left / 534 words

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Vayne stretched a bit as he surveyed the samurai girl. He had to admit the girl had some moves, she quickly adapted to this other world's somehow bent laws of Physics. He watched her look at him with utter dislike as he just sat back and watched her work. He couldn't help but give a slight smile, he was used to that sort of thing. Vayne doesn't really like fighting when the odds are currently in his side's favor. To him, it would just be a waste of energy to run around and fight when its obvious that the samurai girl was already more than enough to deal with the situation. It would be utterly useless and boring to give a hand in a situation that is already won.

The girl had the movements of a talented fighter and she had the instincts for this sort of thing. Vayne would have been impressed with the girl if she had just made a tactical retreat first, wait till the aggro she had accumulated to run out, and came back to deal with the monsters one by one. It was the easiest strategy, but I guess with youth and talent comes hubris. Vayne was glad that he was old enough and not so cocky anymore. He gave a sigh and called his puppet back to his side with a few movements of his left hand.

He watched with interest as the samurai girl give the enchanter a really stunning smile that is usually odd to give to a person you just met. "Love at first sight maybe? maybe?" he thought, "No probably just a case of puppy love."

With that thought, he almost burst out laughing, but its oddly rude. Vayne decided to call the girl "Puppy girl", as those big, wide eyes looking at the summoner reminded him so much of a puppy. That golden hair of hers, coupled by those big round blue eyes seemed so comedic to him.

It's obvious that his help, or himself, is not welcome anymore. To other people it would have been quite a disappointment, but to Vayne it was a sigh of relief. The idea of having a chat with these people, the thought bothered him so much. A girl who rushed into a fight against multitudes of enemies without so much as a plan of attack, and the young man that rushed to her rescue. These two made a cute couple, a hyperactive puppy and her caretaker. At least the next time the girl decides to fight desperate odds without thinking of a plan, she won't have to die alone anymore. Vayne then yawned as he started to feel sleepy and bored. He decided to go back to the city, rent out a room, and sleep the day off.

"Well children, it seems that you have a handle on the situation." he said with a light mirth in his voice. "So I bid you adieu, and take care of your new master, puppy girl."

With that he turned around and left them to take care of themselves, taking a mental not of the puppy girl. 

"Extremely talented, but extremely naive." he thought as he disappeared into the trees.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Tsuki]

[/b][/font] Derp
music: RAP GOD ∞ EMINEM
words: 0907
notes: [#00b339]
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I just can't escape

It's like you're here with me now

Tsuki held his staff close to his self, taking a step back warily as he stared down the boar. He couldn't help but feel worse and worse about his lack of DPS. He really just could not stop thinking about it. "If I had taken Assassin, I could... Or if I had gone Swashbuckler... Hell, even Guardian..." Every option ran through his head and each piece of regret stacked upon itself and helped dig out an ever deepening pit of displeasure. The only saving grace was the vague sense of satisfaction that came with helping another from the back line. It was certainly a new kind of experience for him, even if said experience was currently limited to one single target crowd control spell on a fair cooldown. It certainly contributed to the skirmish in its own way, and his recollection of the Enchanter's spell set gave him optimism for his future. With someone like this Elf Girl oh wow he didn't even know her name he could provide some pretty decent support. Maybe... It wouldn't be so bad after all. He just needed good people to back up.

But still, there was this boar in front of him. He glanced sideways, hoping for support from the Summoner. Instead, he found the man turning to face the slimes. The slimes, really. They weren't exactly the biggest threat in the world, and if he had to rank their enemies based on danger, the boar certainly took the top of the list over the slimes. He wasn't even going after multiple slimes, just the one. That left Tsuki to be a bit surrounded by the remaining unoccupied forces. Frankly, at this point he wasn't even totally sure of how outnumbered they were. Regardless, he held his staff out in front in a defensive grip, prepared to take some hits... Even as a squishy he wouldn't be instagibbed by some starter mobs, so he'd hopefully be able to make it out alright.

Luckily for him, he wouldn't have to even take any hits as the Elven Samurai appeared in a flash, cutting down the boar brutally, yet elegantly with a swift stab followed by a short combo of slashes. She seemed a bit eccentric for sure, but her skill could not be denied. Whether it was due to experience with MMOs or 'real' experience it was hard to tell. As a caster Tsuki didn't really have a good grasp on what physical skills transferred over to their new world and bodies. He definitely couldn't do magic in the real world, so it was more than possible that this girl couldn't handle a sword like that in reality either. On the flip side, these bodies truly felt as if their own, so a history in swordsmanship would presumably be useful. He'd have to ask her afterwards.

Her next dash, deftly blowing the advancing slime backwards, only added to the confusion. Certainly the Samurai class had no inborn knockback abilities like what she had just demonstrated, at least as far as he knew. The slime looked about as confused as he was, although that was more likely just because it was a slime, and that was just the kind of face slimes made when they got hit. She continued on her rampage as Tsuki simply watched. He took no notice of the Summoner or his comments, entranced by the skillful movements of this Samurai. One thing was for certain; This girl knew what she was doing. She surely had little more than one or two abilities at her disposal, yet the diversity of her attack patterns made her look almost expert, ignoring the fact that the enemies she was making short work of were in fact comically low level mobs. With combos such as hers, the higher levels would certainly not be too much of a problem.

Before he even knew it, she was done. All that remained was the final slime that Tsuki had kept out of the entire engagement. Unexpectedly, the Elf turned to him and nodded. And then she spoke, and she smiled. The smile was what truly caught him off guard. It was genuine. So unapologetically friendly, so undeniably positive... It solidified his resolve. For this girl, he'd be the best damn support anyone had ever seen. Well, the most passable one, at least. He was starting to see why people enjoyed this kind of role. It helped people, and sometimes people were grateful for that help. With a simple nod in response, Tsuki cast his Astral Hypno once more at the poor slime, keeping it chained in slumber as the Elf regained her stamina.

His eyes then turned to the Summoner leaning on the tree, whose final act before prancing off was a smug quip and a yawn. Well, he'd been wondering why he hadn't been seeing anybody like that recently - it was a video game after all. It was a strange comfort to know that people of the Summoner's disposition still existed in this world. It kept him grounded in their former world, in a way. Certainly those like him would be little more than an annoyance or even a hindrance, but at least they were there, like they always were. Tsuki just shrugged, not even totally processing the fellow caster's parting words. He'd long since tuned out speech of that tone.

He turned back to the Elf, rolling his eyes. "Well, that's that I guess."

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[Besavel]

This Open wound

is like a crimson rose

The girl let out a gentle breath, closing her eyes. The fight was over. Of course, she didn't care for the male's parting remark, but her stout will brushed it away. Who cared what he thought, if all he was going to do was be a liability? Then fine, stay within the circled castle that shall be built by his hands alone, and be never more. It would be the castle the he would build, and fall off of in his own time. People like that.. Besavel knew them well, as they would often like to be critical of the blonde girl, in her life. But those kind of shallow intents would never reach the burning desires and soul that danced in her heart. They were just beings that would collapse, one by one.

It was such people that Besavel preferred to ignore. Pretentious and shallow, and sometimes they were her friends.. but they eventually left when they couldn't manipulate or play the elf. It was natural to her, to let no one take her down of the throne of her desires. A breath escaped her, as she realized that even here, even in these situations, people such as them still walked the earth. People that thought of themselves more so then anything else, and as such only concerned themselves with their own hubris, pretending to be something that they were not just for the sake of being able to do so. It was disgusting to the girl, as her morals didn't agree with lying about one's self and excessive pride.

But that didn't matter for the sore was out, and she could focus on the male. The male seemed almost surprised by her, if she focused on his reaction, but the girl wanted to get rid of all of the monsters first. Taking a deep breath, she walked towards the creature peacefully, feeling that because it was under the spell, she could get rid of it much more simply. Shifting her claymore, the girl nodded, and then swung once, breaking the spell with her strike. And then she swung twice, thrice, defeating the slime in a less showy fashion, as the adrenaline wore itself out. It just flopped out of her body, as she felt a bit overwhelmed with just how she had annihilated the entire series of monsters.

The girl let out a soft noise, and just put her blade away, before sitting herself down. ''That was.. interesting.'' she commented, closing her blue eyes, as if trying to rest, and focus herself out of battle. The blonde just liked the touch of wind through her hair, and the scent of roses, as she patted beside herself. ''Come, sit with me. My name is Besavel, and I am an Elven Samurai. What's your name?'' she said softly, looking up at him until he would decide to sit down or not. The girl just wanted to sit here for a bit, feeling quite exhausted, although that wasn't necessarily it. Her hit points and her magic points had taken a hit, so resting for about an hour would put her to maximum.

The monsters shouldn't respawn here, probably, but the girl knew they were non-aggressive until you attacked them or something. She felt relatively peaceful now, as there was something to keep going.. but Besavel herself couldn't really think of it, so perhaps the stranger would be able to help her focus a little bit. Because she had no idea where to go from here.

[/b] Tsuki
•Words; 0586
•Music; Kata Tsubasa no Tori :: Shikata Akiko
•Notes; And voila, your turn to produce some movement Oniichan! Feel free to push the topic in a direction that you want, such as more monsters, or just talking or something =w= I believe in you <3 [#88dfff]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[Tsuki]

[/b][/font] Choo Choo Besavel
music: SML ∞ AFILIA SAGA
words: 0802
notes: [#00b339]
credits: Template by PerfectFallacy[/ul][/blockquote][/div]

my heart breaks a little

when I hear your name

In a rather anticlimactic fashion, the battle was over. But at least it was won. For all of the flashy maneuvers and happy feet the elf had pulled in the heat of it, the end was naught a bang but instead a lazy swing. It was clear that the girl exhausted, as if she'd shifted into turbo and burnt herself out on a bunch of entry level mobs. While questionable, the display had certainly been impressive, and Tsuki had even seen a flash of recognition from the Summoner before his departure. Yes, this Elf had potential. Whether or not that potential could be nurtured, however, was still up in the air. From her mannerisms and speech, she was either a dedicated roleplayer or was just kind of dumb.

He twirled his staff around a couple of times before sticking one end into the dirt and leaned slightly on it. Yes, he'd probably thrown himself into something he wasn't ready to handle, but that was just the name of the game today. He shook his head slowly, neat locks rustling lightly before settling back into form. As he did so, the girl sat herself down on the ground, offering Tsuki his own spot by her side. He obliged, collapsing down into a cross-legged position to her right shortly after she introduced herself. /Besavel. Besavel Besavel Besavel./ Not bad. It didn't exactly roll off of his tongue, but it was relatively easy to remember, and that was enough. He nodded to himself, and partially to her, before responding in kind. "I'm Tsuki, erm.. Foxtail Enchanter," His ears twitched in affirmation of his declaration. He held a hand out for her to grasp and shake, a codification of their camaraderie. Well, in this game a better symbol of acquaintanceship might be a friends list add, which would, he supposed, be more akin to trading phone numbers due to the telepathic communication system in place. Mmm, perhaps he'd hold off on the friending for now. The ingame friending, that is. Of course there was nothing wrong with befriending Besavel.

Noting a brief pause in their interaction, Tsuki's head swiveled around, eyes scanning the area for any interruptions. They'd wiped a pretty sizeable chunk of the zone, all things considered, although as low level monster's they'd be back relatively quickly. They were no longer combat tagged so there shouldn't have been any chance of them being targeted by any of the soon to respawn mobs. If any did make an aggressive turn, Tsuki could just stunlock it and give Besavel ample preparation to strike it down. In that case though, he'd rather leave the area to go somewhere safer. For now, the ground was fine as it was. She seemed a bit drained, although the chance of her being down in this zone was unlikely. Worst case scenario, Tsuki could take some hits while she retreated, and in a smaller group he could cut their numbers with the only spell he knew...

Speaking of spells, he was really hurting for more. It was pretty essential that he gain more forms of attack, preferably something that did damage, and perhaps a harder form of crowd control. Sleep was nice, but it was useless in a duel since it dispelled on hit. And while he was by nature a pure support, it just wasn't in his nature to sit back and not do damage. If memory served correctly, the Enchanter did have a spell that dealt pure dps, albeit a low amount. It would be enough, all things considered.

Anyway, Besavel. The girl looked a bit lost. Not literally... Well, maybe literally, but clearly she had no idea what to do now. Things were going to be quiet for at least a little while, so perhaps it would be best to get to know her a little better. "So... Let's talk. Those were some pretty good moves, back there. Do you practice swordsmanship IRL or something? I didn't recognize most of that as being ingame skills... In fact-" He cut himself off, nearly asking about her curious manner of speech and general attitude. That would be... rude, although he really wanted to know just how much of a game this was to her... How to word this... "For that matter, you really looked like you know what you were doing. Did you play this game on another server or some such?" That seemed innocuous enough. He shifted slightly in his spot, awaiting her answer and likely counter questions. In the meantime, he fiddled with his precious scarf, admiring the realistic, soft texture. It was so easy to forget that this was supposed to have been a game, sometimes..

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[Besavel]

This Open wound

is like a crimson rose

The male sat beside her, and that made the blonde sigh in relief, as she decided to lean her head on his shoulder, closing her green eyes to the world. The male responded in kind to her introduction, and she learned that his name was Tsuki, and that he was an Enchanter. The girl felt his arm move, and then shook his hand almost instinctively, still feeling quite exhausted. She hadn't expected a game to be this draining on her; all she knew is that this game had swords, and it went from being on a screen to being more then life-like.. she hadn't questioned this, because the girl had no experience with this type of format and such, so it was relatively impossible for her to determine if this was wrong.

She needed more variety in her moves, the girl realized. It wasn't natural for her to just sit and do one series of actions over and over and over, unless it was practice. She was sure of what she wanted to do now; grinding out levels would be a good thing, but she wanted to do so not alone.. she had no knowledge if there were functions as associations or groups, and thus would have to suck it up and ask someone. The girl was losing herself in such thoughts, wondering if there were a lot more of this type of thing she had no awareness of, like her classes being more then merely skills, but now methods of life? It was confusing to the girl, but she would find her way, she was sure of it.

The male spoke, and she stirred, lifting her head. ''IRL? What does that mean? Another server? I don't quite understand.. although I infer you wish to know why I acted as I had before? I didn't think it was unnatural.. was it?'' she answered, giving him questions rather then answers. Or perhaps it was answer enough for the male, as she frowned. ''I'm unsure what you mean; this game has felt entirely too realistic since I first came here, despite being unable to log out. I haven't been otherwise impeded, as using skills was as natural as breathing, so long as I produced a movement to activate it? Or is that wrong? I've never played this type of game before, so I'm unsure of just how everything works.. needless to say, I have probably been lucky enough to avoid death. Speaking of, do we have settings like groups or associations?'' she then tailed her answer with more questions.

The male probably had an entire block of these to wade through, as Kris and Okami taught her some basic things, such as the interface, but Besavel herself still had no idea of the system or the general things of an MMORPG, which both had neglected to tell her about, assuming she knew enough as it was. Which in most cases, it would be a valid thing, but Besavel had literally no idea; Elder Tale's England Server was the first server she had even touched of any game. So that made her quite ridiculously lost and dumb in the game terms. She understood a bit about her position, but hadn't had the courage to ask in detail about things from Okami and Kris. She hadn't wanted to tell them this. But this male.. well perhaps she didn't want to show this to him either.

But her pride had to be discarded, for she wanted to accomplish a higher purpose then just plainly existing in this world. After all, there was so much to do, and so many things to learn.. so the pride that kept holding her back had to be turned into a weapon for her use. And she had began to understand that very fact, focusing her full attention on Tsuki, waiting for his answers to her various questions.

[/b] Tsuki
•Words; 0650
•Music; Kata Tsubasa no Tori :: Shikata Akiko
•Notes; oh gosh this, I don't.. have fun! XD [#88dfff]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[Tsuki]

[/b][/font] Besavel
music: HAUNT YOU∞FLUX PAVILION
words: 0466
notes: [#00b339]
credits: Template by PerfectFallacy[/ul][/blockquote][/div]

I had a dream

I could buy my way to heaven

Tsuki had done his best not to react too much when the girl had lain her head upon him, lest he disturb her from the rest she obviously needed. Regardless, she had lifted herself back up to answer his questions anyway. Unfortunately for him, every word that came out of her mouth from then on would only serve to sink his heart further and further. He had prepared himself for the entirely likely possibility that this girl was having trouble differentiating the game from reality, and it was true... But in a way that he had not even considered previously. Beyond that, she didn't even know what IRL stood for?

The sheer ignorance of this Elf made him want to break down in tears right there. In a way she had answered his questions, but he wasn't sure he liked the answers. Not only was he dealing with, well, a total noob... But he was dealing with one that legitimately thought games were just like this. How was that even possible? Who in their right mind would think... Well, it didn't matter. Given the circumstances under which they'd been trapped in this game, it only made sense that there would be a large population of totally clueless people stuck here. And considering how crazy the situation itself was, perhaps some normally poor leaps in logic made a little more sense than usual.

"IRL stands for In Real Life, which is differentiated from, well, the game. More importantly... I don't know how nobody's told you yet, but MMOs are NOT like this. The technology doesn't- or shouldn't- exist for whatever is happening to be possible. And yeah, there are guilds that can be formed; I think you need to be around level 15 in order to start one. I'm assuming that you're new.... Like, really new. So feel free to ask as many questions as you need, okay?"

He sighed silently, shaking his head slowly from side to side. How had nobody told her any of this yet? He could only assume that she'd kept her lack of knowledge to herself until now, because there was no way that anybody would let her walk away without knowing at least the basics had she let them know. Therefore, Tsuki decided that he should take it upon himself to teach her. He couldn't help but wonder how he'd ended up in this situation. He was no teacher, but then again he wasn't supposed to be a support either. This world was in so many ways similar to both his own, as well as the game they were supposed to be playing, and yet it was completely different from anything he'd ever experienced, MMO or not. For now, he shrugged off his own concerns and waited for Besavel to respond.

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[Besavel]

This Open wound

is like a crimson rose

Besavel felt like she was missing something, as the male almost like, withered right in front of her eyes. The blonde felt almost scared, as she chewed on her bottom lip, thinking in intense concentration. She just couldn't understand why the male seemed.. so down at her words. Was she undesired for him to be around her? Was the leaning on his shoulder part of that? After all, to Besavel, her logic was clear. She had no prior knowledge of gaming, and next to none about technology, and was somewhat gullible. So when her friend would describe the game as like being in the thick of the action, she literally thought that he was transported into said world and put INTO the action. It was small things like that, that constructed the entirely of Besavel's knowledge.

So her confused face when the male seemed to be off, despite her putting the utmost care and concentration in her words, was quite expect. In fact, she was partly gnawing her lip on the inside, not letting this be shown, out of thought and worry. What could she do to make this situation better? It was strikingly little to Besavel, and she still didn't realize that this entire setting, her entire logic base, was WRONG. She had cried on Okami because she felt pressured, her actual self felt out of place and pressured and missed her family. But perhaps she hadn't realized the full extent of her problem, or issue; to her it was natural that her family would come into the game, yes? Because it was a game.. and it was immensely real so those feelings would surely manifest.

''In Real Life.. ah I see. I was never the best with acronyms.'' the girl apologized, staring at the male with her green eyes, never letting go for a moment, immensely curious about how it would all end up. And then he said something that seemed to clash directly with her knowledge. ''Oh.. well I could get to level 15 very soon then.'' she said, for a moment, completely discarding his statement before that. Because she had misheard right? She had misheard the fact that he had just slashed her entire string of logic with a single sweep, almost red in it's brutal colour.

Her face, almost slowly, showed her surprise. Her eyes widened, her blinking going rapid, and then her brows furrowed as her face turned into a frown. That wasn't.. correct right..? Because if he was right, which she doubted he was incorrect in the first place, that meant her entire assumptions were wrong. The girl's mind wrapped itself around this concept; if her entire assumptions were wrong, that meant that her very feelings.. the peace she had just made with herself earlier, the fact that she had felt she could be alright, was shattered within seconds. The girl felt her head dip lower, her bangs now hiding her face. She had to think more, because.. this would be bad if she didn't.

Namely; if her family wasn't here in the first place, then they would never be. Same with her friends. Is that why she couldn't find them anywhere? That very thought made her almost tremble with rage. Her body started to shake, as she felt the emotional weight of actually understanding, of actually realizing what her situation was, settle on her. ''... We're.. trapped?'' she let out, in a soft, almost muted voice. She wouldn't show her face to this male, not yet, not even if she had her way.. but lately, it seemed very few things had gone her way, more so ending with a lot of pain and weird circumstances. The elf was shaking with the weight of these emotions, but tried to keep them under control.

After all, she didn't know if he had made a careless mistake in his speech or not.

[/b] Tsuki
•Words; 0650
•Music; Kata Tsubasa no Tori :: Shikata Akiko
•Notes; oh gosh this, I don't.. have fun! XD [#88dfff]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]