Post by Ollander on Dec 26, 2014 7:39:30 GMT
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Colin was sick of feeling sorry for himself. It had been a week since the Catastrophe, and he'd done nothing but lay around in Londinium and feel bad about everything that happened, including that which had occurred back in the real world, with the death of his friends. They would not have wanted him to do nothing and moan and whine about a situation such as this. No, they would want him to perk up and think of a way to fix it. He was good at that, the thinking thing. He'd always done well in school, and often times, back when he had been a part of a guild in another server with his old friends known as Never Always, he'd found himself acting as the strategist or leader of the group, even if he had never felt deserving of such an honor. The situation that all of the players in the Unfounded Kingdom now faced was horrendous and terrifying. They were cut off from their own world, trapped in an MMORPG known as Elder Tale, and while some had already started to like their new world, most others were still in a panic, and chaos was running rampant in the city. He had to get somewhere quiet, to sit and to try and make a plan.
Make a plan, yes, that's what he would do. Gathering himself, Ollander stretched and then came to his feet, leaving the cobblestone corner of an alleyway and making his way back out onto the main street. All around him, he could hear the chaos of the unknown. People were either crying, yelling angrily, or making an all around mess of things by trying to take advantage of those that were too weak or afraid to think clearly or defend themselves. He, for one, would not be one of those taken advantage of, and while usually he would attempt to help those that needed a true friend and not those that would simply fake their care for their own gain, he had to find a secluded space to clear his mind and decide what he was going to do. Calling up the minimap of Londinium, he quickly pressed out from the crowded central areas of the city and slipped towards the fringes, where he would be able to find an old building or possibly a park somewhere to get away from all the noise.
It didn't take him very long to find the perfect place; an old high school, overrun by plant life but with plenty of space for him to wander and find a place to sit down and discuss with himself what it was he was going to do now that he was trapped in Elder Tale with thousands of other players. It was a process he had. Whenever he had a difficult decision to make, or the problems of the world seemed too much, he would go off on his own and have an inner debate between his rational side, and his emotional side. He always managed to find a middle ground between the two, and so would come to a compromise with himself and get on with things. It took him a few minutes longer to find a place in the school that suited his needs; an open space between two of the buildings in the back, which appeared to have once served as somewhat of a lunch area. There was a large tree towards the center of the space, with branches so long that it sent shade across almost an entire building on its own. He came to a stop at its thick roots and allowed himself to plop down onto the ground, satisfied.
Now, he thought, allowing his eyes to shut for a moment, what am I going to do about this predicament?
Colin, or, as he realized he needed to start calling himself, Ollander, heaved a sigh as his long inner debate began. But even as it began, the warmth of the evening sun seemed to seep into him, and he found himself nodding off into a light slumber instead.
Make a plan, yes, that's what he would do. Gathering himself, Ollander stretched and then came to his feet, leaving the cobblestone corner of an alleyway and making his way back out onto the main street. All around him, he could hear the chaos of the unknown. People were either crying, yelling angrily, or making an all around mess of things by trying to take advantage of those that were too weak or afraid to think clearly or defend themselves. He, for one, would not be one of those taken advantage of, and while usually he would attempt to help those that needed a true friend and not those that would simply fake their care for their own gain, he had to find a secluded space to clear his mind and decide what he was going to do. Calling up the minimap of Londinium, he quickly pressed out from the crowded central areas of the city and slipped towards the fringes, where he would be able to find an old building or possibly a park somewhere to get away from all the noise.
It didn't take him very long to find the perfect place; an old high school, overrun by plant life but with plenty of space for him to wander and find a place to sit down and discuss with himself what it was he was going to do now that he was trapped in Elder Tale with thousands of other players. It was a process he had. Whenever he had a difficult decision to make, or the problems of the world seemed too much, he would go off on his own and have an inner debate between his rational side, and his emotional side. He always managed to find a middle ground between the two, and so would come to a compromise with himself and get on with things. It took him a few minutes longer to find a place in the school that suited his needs; an open space between two of the buildings in the back, which appeared to have once served as somewhat of a lunch area. There was a large tree towards the center of the space, with branches so long that it sent shade across almost an entire building on its own. He came to a stop at its thick roots and allowed himself to plop down onto the ground, satisfied.
Now, he thought, allowing his eyes to shut for a moment, what am I going to do about this predicament?
Colin, or, as he realized he needed to start calling himself, Ollander, heaved a sigh as his long inner debate began. But even as it began, the warmth of the evening sun seemed to seep into him, and he found himself nodding off into a light slumber instead.
