Floral Evenings [Closed]

[Elise]

A setting sun upon the horizon of a beautiful flower field. It was almost like Elise was staring at a painting as she stared at the many different hues of orange, blue and everything in between. Adding to the piece was the thin and wispy clouds meandering in the sky, a few brighter visible stars that dotted the skies behind them and the line of trees that lined the lower half of the line that divided land and sky. The sight was enough to bring a warm smile to the young woman's features. It almost reminded her of home. Almost. Lowering her gaze from the sky to the floral fields below her, she could see many monsters roaming the field. Those closest to her were low leveled, like her. Young Pittered Boars, Frenmic Rabbits and the occasional Dull Green Slim roamed the colorful fields around the small ruined building that she was sitting atop. Much deeper into the area was more intimidating looking creatures. Larger boars, these with their tusks grown, large wasps and what looked like small weasels patrolled further in. As low a level as she still was, the swashbuckler had not dared to venture too deep. Despite the practice and training she had received in swordplay, she had a feeling that she would lose out to raw stats. MMOs were like that sometimes. Other players who were presumably higher level than she was could be seen approaching and battling them though. A small huff escaped the woman. Had it not been for the monsters and the players running around and fighting, the scene would have been much nicer to look at. Still, she found herself chuckling quietly at herself. Until several minutes before, she had been part of the players exploring the fields and hunting mobs to slay. She had only retreated to the rooftop of the ruined building to rest and recover her HP and MP after spending an hour or so battling the younger boars, rabbits and even a snake or two. As she hadn't put her crafting class to use yet, her healing items were a valued commodity that she didn't want to expend if she could help it. Pressing her index and middle fingers against the air, she prompted the user interface and menu to appear in front of her. A quick glance revealed that her health and mana points were close to being full again, which meant that she would be jumping back into the fray in a matter of minutes. Curiosity, however, led her to opening her inventory. A list of the items she possessed appeared, including those she had equipped. The list was short, though she had expected it to be. Her battles so far had not given her much in the way of loot. Her items were not what she wanted to see though. A small triple digit number hovered just below the list as well; the amount of gold she had. Similar to the rest of her inventory, her amount of gold was not outstanding. It was a paltry sum compared to her characters on the American server. It was enough to get her a small room in an inn and buy her food though, which was what she wanted. Acquiring larger amounts could come later. Yet, she was pleased to see the number that she did, as small as it seemed. It was enough to help her begin crafting low level items. A small ping caught her attention before her thoughts could delve into her craft though. It seemed that her HP and MP had both peaked. A quick swipe of her finger caused her inventory and stats screens to disappear. She did not rise to her feet though. Instead, she turned her gaze back towards the sunset and took in the view. She could rest at least until the sun had receded over the horizon a bit more, right? She didn't want the view to go to waste, after all.

◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS . . Kuroya Words. 664 Notes. I am embarrassed about the terrible title. Tags. Ilya, One other Music. Tales of Xillia - Overflowing Nature

[Conand]

Elise

565

we must be K I L L E R S

CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES 

The flower gardens of Savill. These were peaceful fields once. No Adventurers farming the local wildlife like a slaughterhouse that never ended. It was a little sickening to watch. Yet Conand remained, not because he wanted to but because there was nowhere else to be. He couldn't return to Avon... not yet anyway. He needed to figure things out, figure himself out. Returning with anything less than complete understanding would cause only greater harm. So here he was, cutting down the minor mobs while and collecting his dinner for the evening. Some fresh venison would do his mind good. Though getting the meat had been easier said than done. Adventurers everywhere cutting down his quarry before he could even reach it. The frustration of it all was causing something to grow in his mind. Something dark. Adventurers wouldn't mind dying right? After all, they were immortal. It'd just be an inconvenience to them.

...

He pondered it for a moment, then shook it off. It wasn't that an unwillingness to fight for his food, but the thing pushing him towards that method felt... wrong. Like it wasn't his own thoughts. He let it be for now, deciding that if need be, he could forage for some berries and herbs. It wasn't very appetizing... at all. But that was nothing to people like him. To adventurers this was all like a game. They treated it as such anyhow. For People of the Land, toughing out unfortunate situations was just day to day life. Hungry? Deal with it. Wounded? No magic is going to whisk you away to a cathedral and save you. Better get yourself treated and press forward. Yeah... what a harsh world it was. Soon enough, the hunter caught some prey of his own though. Hide in the bush, wait for a meaty looking beast to step by, and stab a spear through their skull. All in a days work.

Conand took some time to skin the beast, make sure he got all he needed from it with some extra to peddle off or use later. The nearby adventurers weren't sure what to make of it. Where did this Lander come from and why was he hunting here? That's what they thought. He heard mutterings of him being "Quest related" or some "Rare event". What on earth did they mean by that? The tired looking man didn't care. He slung his prize over his shoulder and walked back to camp, absently admiring the flowers as he stepped around them. This place was so much more beautiful when you were alone. Alas, no such luck would be found today. As he walked back to his camp, he noticed a woman sitting alone among the flowers. Another Adventurer by the look of her. Why so close to camp? a grumble escaped his throat.

"You'd do well to return home lass. The wilds grow more dangerous in the evening." He said loud enough for the woman to hear. Not that he didn't think she could handle herself. It was partly to get her away from his camp. Why sit around anyway? To watch the sun set? Such romanticism would only cause future later. He grumbled some more, waiting for the girl to say something. He couldn't return to his camp yet. He didn't want anyone to see where he went and bother him more.

WHERE WE GOT LEFT TO R U N ?

❖ NOX ❖

[Ilya]

Roaming monsters aside, this was definitely one of Ilya's favorite locations in this world. There was just something about it that helped put her mind at ease, which was something that Ilya needed quite often, given how easily flustered and intimidated she was. Fighting the occasional monster here and there also helped. After all, this was still (technically) an MMO. Have to level up if you plan on doing anything worth while. That said, Ilya wasn't quite used to how real everything seemed, including the combat. Now if only should could do something about how awful the food tasted. That issue was a bit...discouraging, to say the least.

Letting out a soft sigh, Ilya continued to wander around the garden, humming softly to herself as she took enjoyed the setting. This time around, she was opting to steer clear of monster if it could be avoided. She wasn't quite in the mood to fight at the moment; she just wanted to enjoy the garden and its beauty. It was one of the few comforts she had in this strange world, so she'd rather it not get interrupted by by a random monster attacking her or anything else of the sort. Of course, there wasn't a whole lot to do, so even this got boring after a while. Once she noticed how late it was getting, she decided to head back.

Once she set off, she noticed someone else was in the area. Two people, to be exact. One looked like an elf, probably a Swashbuckler based on the two rapiers she was equipped with. She was...actually quite pretty. She kinda wouldn't have minded meeting her, though that would require actually going up and actually talking to her. Ilya still doesn't quite know how to deal with people, so she was feeling a bit awkward just thinking about it. Admittedly, she had considered making a Swashbuckler herself, as something a bit different from the norm for her. In the end, she was drawn to the Druid class though. The combination of healing and offensive spells was a bit too enticing for her to resist.

The other person looked like a Half-Alv, though she couldn't tell right away what his class was by looking at him. The Swashbuckler was easy since they were known for dual-wielding, but she could think of at least a few classes capable of wielding spears. Heck, she had one herself, though she had a feeling that this guy probably wasn't a Druid. It actually surprised her. Most of the times, healer and/or mage-type classes were limited to things like staves and wands. Sometimes daggers or hammers, but not often. But not here, apparently. When she saw spears, of all things, available among the choices for starting equipment, she knew exactly what she wanted. Hopefully, this would allow her to hold her own in close combat.

Either way, she considered approaching the two of them, but from where she was standing, they appeared to be talking. She couldn't hear waht they were saying, though. Naturally, this made her curious, but she didn't want to interrupt anything in case it was important. As such, she just waited patiently like she always did. If it didn't look like she was going to have the chance to say or do anything, she'd just leave. But, for now, she'd just wait, and hope they wouldn't be too offended if they did spot her there. Admittedly, it would probably seem pretty suspicious, with her just standing there and seeming listening in. Not that this was her intention. It's just how it would probably look to any outsiders.

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Titania was busy at the moment, she was crashing a creature off her shield, a boar to be exact. She was a tank, but without a party she had to try and gain levels herself, thankfully she had taken an offensive skill and at times like this she really appreciated her past fencing lessons. She would jump back, her sword held vertically, the tip pointing towards the sky, she would then lunge forwards, making a b-line towards the target, striking it right between the eyes, making it explode in what looked like some kind of particle effect and then 'barf' up money and she looked to see her experience bar go up a little. She would then let out a sigh and tucks her shield to her side and sheathes her sword. Times like this, she thought she'd be better as one of those melee dps classes and those class changes were quite expensive, especially for a newbie like herself. Titania wiped her brow and then looked around, other players who had the same idea in mind, grind to get more experience, get more experience to gain more levels.

It was Titania's dream to join a guild and find herself glory and fame as being one of the more note worthy players here, the fanfare, the celebration, the thrill of being able to stand tall and then want to go toe to toe with challenging opponents always sent shivers up her spine. She turned on her heel and made her way along one of the pathways, stopping along the way to then kneel down and pluck a splendid looking rose, she would then tuck it into her hair and smiles widely before she would then looks around a bit, getting her bearings. She'd then notice two people sitting and talking with one another...with a tentative third coming up to them. She grinned and decided that maybe she should start working on her network of friends, as they say, it's not where you go, but who you know.

Titania slowly made her way towards the trio and smiles, holding a hand up to wave in greeting to them. "Hello there, you folks taking in the sights? Maybe resting before getting back to the 'grind' stone?" She giggled to herself a little and looked between the three. The first two, the swashbuckler and the heretic looking rather serious with the third, a druid, looking either shy... or perhaps she was nervous? Titania never really had that problem, especially now, she was basically a dream come true, in this form anyways, so why let something like social awkwardness stop her? Besides! If anyone gave her guff, she could always just bash them with her shield for comedic effect.

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OOC: I hope no one minds if I join in?

[Ashtver]

Ashtver huffed and puffed as he stared daggers at the bunch of low level monsters in front of him, his HP low and his MP still full. His dual Spears were impaled in the ground beside him as his arms dangled downwards, feeling like his Platemail was on the brink of breaking. "How the hell am I supposed to fight you?!" He growled, frustrated that the skill menu was so damn hard to use. He couldn't have activate a lowly Aura Saber before a monster clawed him in the side. He was scared. Was he going to actually die? Or was he going to respawn in the Cathedral as normal? "Help me!" He cried. He guessed he was just about to find out.

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[Marrok]

Marrok stretched his limbs to limber up. Since this was no longer virtual reality, he had to keep himself in tip top shape. He was making progress so far in his training. He had developed a regimen to help him achieve a higher level very quickly. He had another character on the Japanese servers that was a high level. He wanted to regain that power on teh British servers. Marrok wanted to be one of the powerful players that others envied and some admired. Unfortunately, he was stuck fighting boars, slimes, and bunnies until then. Marrok walked over to one of the ruined buildings, There wasn't much to it, so he didn't bother with it. Preparing to sit on a overturned piece of stone, he was taking a break from his training when he heard a cry for help. Marrok turned and furrowed his eyebrows as he scanned the area for the source of the scream. He located a boy clad in armor being attacked by a trio of Young Pittered Boars. He cocked his head in confusion at the sight.

Pathetic.

Marrok didn't feel much sympathy for the boy. These monsters were nearly harmless when alone, but it seemed that the boy angered enough of them that they were no longer manageable for him. It was a beginner's mistake, but not even he was that clueless when he began playing this game. Marrok activated his ability Beatdown to help him gain a bit of attak speed and attack damage, and he sprinted in the direction of the spear-wielding kid. When close enough to the Young Pittered Boars, Marrok leaped into the air. When he landed on the ground, Marrok activated Tiger Echo Fist. As his fist collided with the ground, it began to crumble from the point of contact as a shockwave pulsed towards the Young Pittered Boars. The simple creatures were sent rocketing away, but they weren't all dead. Marrok managed to score a critical hit on one of them, wounding it and bringing it to the brink of death. This gave Marrok enough time to speak to the boy before the gang of Young Pittered Boars stormed over to seek revenge.

"Get up,"Marrok said to the boy. Marrok didn't look amused by his display of weakness, but he wasn't going to let him die. "Why don't you try using those spears of yours and not using them as decorations?"

Marrok looked up to see the furious boars were nearing closer to them. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck. He spoke once more to the scared boy, "You need to fight back. Grab your spears and stab one of them. If you need to use a skill then just do it. Just think about doing it."


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Tags: Ashtver

OOC: I decided to join in on the fun. Ashtver, I specified the monsters that were attacking you to be Young Pittered Boars. If that isn't okay, just let me know.

[Ashtver]

(Thankyou for joining in! I read your character app and couldn't wait to roleplay with you) "Just think about... Doing it?"" Ashtver mumbled to himself. After he caught his breath, he took up arms and readied into the skill Mirage Dealer's pose, and imagined himself rushing forward. -I swear, if this doesn't work...-

Suddenly he felt his body dash forward and slash at the Boars in an X-shape, then teleported a meter forward, where he ended up behind them. He spun around and readied up the Fickle Roulette position, at which point he had both spears mounted on his shoulders. He spun around and around, then released the spears, where they orbited around him quickly, impaling and killing two boars, but missing one, which was laying on the ground injured. The spears stopped rotating and fell onto the ground head first. Ashtver walked over to the remaining boar, where he raised his foot and stomped on it. The once ugly Boar was now flying through the air as a bunch of beautiful sparkles.

Ashtver raised his hands, victorious. "I did it! Yes!" He then looked at how low his HP was, "Oh, crap". He walked over to warrior who had saved him. "Thankyou, thankyou! I thought I was a goner!" Then he fell to the ground and blacked out.

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[Marrok]

Marrok watched as the boy stood up. With skill, he finished off the last of the boars. It was astounding how quickly he regained composure and handled the situation after a bit of guidance. Is he sure he needed my help? Marrok watched as the boy cheered after his victory. He then walked over to Marrok and thanked him profusely. Marrok simply said, "You would've been."

That was Marrok's way of saying "you're welcome."

"You really shouldn't -" Before Marrok could finish his sentence. The Swashbuckler collapsed. Marrok raised his eyebrows at disbelief.

He definitely needed my help. Marrok shook his head at the downed Swashbuckler. He wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't a healer, and he didn't have anything to give the boy. He placed a hand to the boy's neck to see if he was breathing. He was. At least he didn't die...I guess. Marrok stared at the boy for a few seconds before getting an idea. He raised his hand and lightly slapped the boy.

"Wake up!" Marrok said. Unfortunately, this did nothing other than leave a light red mark. Well, I'm all out of ideas. Just when Marrok was going to leave the boy. He turned to see a few other adventurers gathered together. He got another idea. As it would happen, he was full of them, today. He walked over to the four adventurers.

"Um...hi, or whatever. Would any of you be able to heal this boy over here or something? He was being attacked by boars of all things," Marrok explained to them, not caring in particular if he was interrupting anything. "Lucky for him, I was nearby. I would leave him, but he'd probably be eaten by a Frenmci Rabbit judging by his skills."

Marrok awaited an answer with his arms folded.

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Tags: Elise Conand @noa Ilya Ashtver

[Ashtver]

All Ashtver could see was darkness around him. "Is this death?" He wondered out loud. "No, it can't be. I still had some HP left. And I don't think that Monk would have stabbed me in the back." His gear was removed, but when he tried looking in his inventory, he couldn't actually open the menu. He smirked. "Well, crap. Looks like I'm going to be here for a while"

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[Ashtver]

Ashtver's eyes flickered open, light streaming into his vision. Oh, so I didn't die, he thought. He checked his health in the corner of his vision. Still low. Guess it didn't regen because I was unconscious. He opened his inventory and picked out a health potion. He watched his health slowly fill up as he sculled the sweet beverage. Wow, potions taste better then I expected! He looked around and spotted the Monk that saved him leaning against a rock, arms crossed, Ashtver's spears laying beside him. Wait, was he waiting for me? I thought he might have left me. He slowly stood up, stretching his limbs. He then strolled over to the Monk and picked up his spears, attaching them to his back. The Monk almost seemed to be sleeping, arms crossed, eyes closed and regular breathing. Guess pros have to sleep sometimes, too. Ashtver suddenly noticed how much his stomach was rumbling. Well, let's make some food.

Ashtver sat there on the rock behind the Monk, a sandwich hanging out of his mouth. Upon closer inspection, his face was pained, almost like it was melting away from tears. The sandwich was bland. The juice he made was bland. The only things that weren't bland were ingredients, like fruit, vegetables and things like salt and pepper. He reluctantly finished his lunch, at least filling his stomach with something. As he finished the last sip of tasteless juice, the Monk began to stir. Ashtver raised his eyebrows at him as he turned to face him on the rock. "Morning, sleepy head!" He teased. "Just finished my incredibly tasteless lunch. I have too many questions to ask right now. What's your name? How long was I out? What the hell is even happening to us?!"

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[Ashtver]

Without warning, the Monk collapsed on the ground and started snoring. "Jeez, guess he really was sleepy. Well, I may as well get practicing!" Ashtver said with enthusiasm. He jumped off of the rock and strolled into the wilderness. There had better be some good monsters out there. After a few minutes of walking, he came upon a group of five Frenmic Rabbits. He drew his spears and readied up. First of all, he used Mirage Dealer to slash at the Rabbits, then teleport behind them, where he then spun around and used a well-timed Aura Saber to slash again, then finished off with Fickle Roulette, spinning around and slinging his spears out, impaling the last two Rabbits. "Well, it may seem that I am much better now," Ashtver stated the obvious. Only then he realised that he had only been using skills, not normal combat. Well, there's another thing to test out.

 The sharp head of the spear struck the Young Pittered Boar in the side. A Speed Lowered debuff appeared on the Boar. Ashtver decided to put it out of it's misery. He struck out with another spear, connecting with it's head, then leaped into the air with a somersault, where he plummeted down, spearing the Boar through its back. He checked his HP and MP as the sparkles flew away all full. He was getting more and more skilled by the minute. I need new weapons, though.


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[Elise]

A few minutes quickly multiplied into ten as her eyes rested lazily upon the dimming horizon. Soon, the variety of colors that had painted the sky were beginning to fade in favor of the midnight blues and blacks of the night. Stars were becoming more visible and dotting the heavens above and the land was growing darker, obscuring things that were even nearby in shadow. Taking a deep breath of the chilling air and letting it out slowly, the young woman prepared to leave her perch and resume her hunt. The darkness would make it more difficult to spot and fight the smaller creatures though. Before she could break herself away from her thoughts though, something caught her attention. Another person, to be specific. The tall man was walking in her direction with something slung over his shoulder, his eyes glancing toward her as he noticed that she was there. As he came near her, the other character stopped and grumbling something. It was just loud enough for her to hear him and notice him, but she wasn't sure whether or not he said anything. The grumble was followed by a suggestion that she head back to the city, citing that the wilds were more dangerous during the night. ”Maybe...” responded Elise as she quickly leapt down from the small ruined building. It was a vague response, but something about the man seemed different now that she was able to take a closer look at him. The objects slung over his shoulder seemed to be spoils from hunting; furs, meat and the like. Were they able to do that now? Every monster she had killed had simply disappeared and left behind coins and items. His class wasn't familiar either. Had it been introduced in the new expansion? She had gone straight to Swashbuckler without looking at the other classes, so she couldn't be sure. Yet, more than that, something besides his class and cargo seemed off about the man. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it made her feel uneasy. There was a pause after her first spoken word before she snapped back from her wandering thoughts. ”I can't let the dark scare me away though. How can I expect to grow stronger if something like that is enough to stop me?” she asked, ”Besides, learning how--” Her words were cut short as the sound of rustling nearby. She turned her head to face the noise to see two other players nearby, one of them approaching and greeting them with a wave. Both were noticeably taller than her, but the one further away seemed shy and unwilling to approach. One of them wore heavy armor and carried a fairly large shield upon her arm, giving away that she was a guardian. The other, shier one was a druid adorned in lighter leather armor. As the nearer one came closer, she accompanied her wave with a verbal greeting. Elise allowed a smile to cross her features as she returned the wave with her own. ”Yes, I was just letting my health recover before I get back to it.” she said. The blonde swordsman also passed a friendly wave towards the third woman, though she was hesitant to call over to her. She never really liked shouting much in the first place. As she turned her gaze back towards the man, she suddenly realized that she had not forgotten to introduce herself to him. Though had she forgotten or has she avoided it due to her uneasiness about him? She mentally shrugged the thought off as she presented her hand to the man for a handshake. ”Mi chiamo Elise. A pleasure.” she said. Regardless of whether or not the man shook her hand, Elise would also present her hand towards the guardian as well. In the back of her mind, she realized that she had slipped partially into Italian, but made an effort to play it off. It was a habit that she still possessed despite having moved away from her homeland many years ago, though she had never really made an effort to break that habit. She liked holding onto a bit of her own heritage, even if it was only through words.

◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS . . Kuroya Words. 705 Notes. I am still okay with Titania being here. Tags. Conand, Ilya, @noa Music. Tales of Xillia - Overflowing Nature

[Conand]

Elise Ilya @noa

518

we must be K I L L E R S

CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES 

Seriously? It was as if even now fate conspired against Conand, taking his thought process and turning the situation against him exactly as he had feared. Damn it all with a fiery stick, he didn't have time to deal with the girl he was shooing off let alone three adventurers. It had started out with the elf being needlessly resistant to his suggestion, and took off straight from there. A gauntlet clad hand reached back to rub his neck irritably. He just wanted to ward her off, sheesh. The lass didn't need to start off with a spiel about "becoming stronger" or some such nonsense. The strong were that way because they knew how to manage themselves, not sit in the dark hacking at wildlife and interrupt his supper. Not that the lancer said any of this out loud. He'd come off as... rude? He didn't need a reputation like that. He didn't need a reputation at all. 

When the others... the quiet one and the strange talking one stepped up to them, Conand had half a mind to take off right then and there. But what if that caused a scene? How frustrating. It would be a shame if the writer of his life was forcing him to be here for his own amusement... oh wait. The heretic braced himself for unwanted social contact. He'd try and escape from them as best as possible, maybe play off the... what'd they call it, 'mindless npc' act? What did NPC even mean? The Adventurer terminology was just way out there to be perfectly honest. People like Conand couldn't make heads or tails of it. Gaaah, how troublesome! Why did the talkative Elf put emphasis on the word 'grind'? Was that also some sort terminology he wasn't getting? Why was the other girl just standing there and looking at his spear? 

Conand just... gave up at that point. Here he was, a stranger among strangers in a less than ideal world. The entire situation had... darkened his view of others he supposed. The anger and confusion were creeping deep into his psyche. Maybe talking with others would help. Maybe. Ignoring the gibberish the swashbuckler was speaking, he took her hand and shook it firmly. It was the shake of a military man. Old habits die hard. "I am... Conand." Context told him to give his name in return, but he was still unsure what she had said. He turned to the other women and bowed his head in custom. He didn't say it was a pleasure, that would be a lie. They didn't need to know his thoughts though.

"I take it you all are Advent-- 'farming' here then?" The terms fell out of his mouth like a bumbling ooze. By now it was too late to hide that he was a Person of the Land but he didn't really mind if the three never caught on. "The wildlife becomes more aggressive in the evenings, so I would advise caution." He warned against foolish behavior, although he knew they could take it. That immortality of theirs gave them the luxury. 

WHERE WE GOT LEFT TO  R U N ?

❖ NOX ❖

[Ilya]

Ilya continued to watch from a slight distance as the two of them spoke, still unsure of whether or not she should of whether or not she should actually approach them or not. It wasn't until the elven Guardian showed up from seemingly out-of-nowhere that she started to think they maybe it might be okay, seeing as how they didn't seem to mind her rather direct approach. Of course, she was still rather nervous, but, in all honesty that was never anything new. Even after she had finally made some friends in the real world, it still took a lot of courage for her to get involved with anything they were doing.

Now that she was stuck in a world with no one that she knew, it was even more difficult. She constantly worried about whether or not they'd like her, or if she'd be of any use to them in a battle. Sure, she was a healer, and they tended to be quite useful in a battle. But having to go through the menu commands in real time was proving to be quite the chore, and she wasn't 100% sure if she'd be able to keep up with any healing what would need to be done. It was different when sitting at a computer, since one could usually see everything that was going on at once. Here though, she'd be limited to whatever was within her own sight.

Needless to say, the prospect of fighting in a party was a rather intimidating one for Ilya. It wasn't one that she was particularly against, but it was intimidating nonetheless. Still, this seemed like as good a time as any to give it a shot. It took a moment for her to gather the courage to do so, but she finally stepped forward and called out to the other three adventurers. "Um...I...I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something. But...if you're going to be grinding against the monsters in this area...would you mind if I joined you? I don't know if I'll be much help. But...I hope to be of some use. I can use healing, and I have at least one offensive spell...so..."

And there it was. She actually did it. She was a bit on the clumsy side with her words, and she wasn't exactly bursting with confidence, but she did it. Who knows? Maybe she'd have nothing to worry about, and everything would be just fine. Of course, that was even assuming that they'd want her along "Oh...sorry, I guess I should introduce myself...I'm Ilya..."