Please rescue my husband! [Mentor/Icarus]

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Saskia rested her elbows on the table as she ran her slender fingers through her rose petal pink strands of hair. Her sapphire blue eyes drifted with a shimmering gaze as she stared into the wooden cup of mead. She could see her own battle hardened reflection. Her armor seemed to be undergoing various wear and tear from the missions she had endured. Dents and chinks in her armor could be spotted as marks where they absorbed the shock of a violent warhammer from when she fought off against a goblin horde on the fields of Sarum. Dirt and debris encased her face and her gloves still reeked of sweat. Most of the cloth that accompanied her gear was tattered and she looked very weary as she nursed her drink to her lips.



She was in the city of Londiminium, or rather more specifically, she was lurking deep within the underground tavern in the St. Pancreas substation. The pub was owned by none other than the burly and shifty eyed Merlin, a lander Druid who named his tavern ‘The Drunken Druid’ for effect. It was ironic as the man often was drinking himself under the table more often than he was serving the drinks. However, he had been a good source for information that Saskia had desired.



“Oi, lass...got a bit of work for you. If you’re interested. Go check out the job board across the hall.” Merlin muttered as he cleaned out a wooden cup with a wet rag, then jabbed his thumb over to the job board.



Saskia nodded and muttered a few words. “Appreciate it, Merlin. Most of the inns have been charging a bit more since this recent patch. Got to keep a roof over my head...better get to work.”



She smiled and headed over to the job board, snaking her way through shifty eyed bandits and con men that were in a corner gambling there coin against other people’s life savings. It was a shady and decrepit bar with sinuous characters. Saskia however, held no fear in her heart as she looked over the job board and inspected the sheets that rested over them.



She stood there in her shiny platemail as her great shield rested elegantly upon her back. At her side was a bold steel sword that lied dormant within her royal blue scabbard that was embroidered in gold lacing.



As she examined the board, she saw a quest that caught her eye.



It was a quest for up to two people. It had mentioned details from a wife about how her husband had left for the underground mines in the city and had gone missing. She was in fear that he might have been kidnapped by the kobolds that have been heard to have been sighted there. She offered to pay handsomely for his safe return, or at least to confirm his death.



Saskia’s hands strummed over he hilt of her sword as she frowned at the misfortune. Unlike the landers, she herself was immortal, and did not know the fate of death like the common folk that were natives to this city. She felt duty bound to help in anyway possible.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 532
Post Theme Song: Taboo





TAGS:Icarus

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[Icarus]

Icarus did not belong here. The heretic’s trademark smile was a little stiffer than usual as he carefully picked his way through the twisted streets of the Londominium underground. Despite his almost compulsive desire to explore every inch of the vast starter city, he had avoided straying beneath the surface at all until now.

The St. Pancreas substation was completely devoid of the open space he thrived in. It felt suffocating, dirty, oppressive, and, thanks to the traces of forgotten railways everywhere, just a little too reminiscent of the urban world he had left behind when he logged into Elder Tales. Still he wanted to see it all… no, he had to.

Mentally shoving his reluctance aside, he chose a random place to start. ‘The Drunken Druid’ seemed innocuous enough. Well, not exactly. Every building around here came off as run down, sketchy, and intimidating. At the very least, at this particular place, the owner might be inebriated. Drunk thugs were sloppier than sober ones. Therefore, it was slightly less threatening than the others. Humming cheerfully to himself, Icarus pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside.

In his pristine starter gear, he stood out badly. His choice of fashion generally tended to be bright and clean. Compared to the rugged pub-goers, battle hardened adventurers, and shady gamblers, he was like a dove in a nest of pigeon hawks. This fact should have made him nervous. Instead, it gave him a rush. With a slightly more sincere grin, he settled in a seat near the back.

Finally, he noticed her. Leaning over the local quest board was a striking woman. It was not her flowing locks or bright eyes that attracted his attention, but her dented plate and the tired confidence she carried herself with. Everything about her radiated experience. He did not need to know her stats to know that she was on a completely different level than he was. He could not bring himself to turn away.

Immediately, his mind drifted to his latest fascination. Icarus was still a newbie so long after the Catastrophe for a reason. The reckless adventurer had tasted his fair share of in game death between the monsters and cliffs and miasma. However, his tendency to avoid civilization in favor of seeking out solitude limited his interaction with people like her. He had yet to be PKed.

Intrigued, he found himself imagining a scenario where they crossed paths as enemies. With that immense strength of hers, she could snap him like a twig without breaking a sweat. Or perhaps she would use that spear of hers to run him through in one beautiful strike. His stark white robes would look wonderful stained in brilliant red, surrounded by a sea of that pink - oh.

With a start, he abruptly returned to reality. During his daydream, his body had moved on his own. He had crossed the bar to her side and tangled his slender fingers in her hair. Oops. That is not how you say hello, Icarus.

For a precious moment, he froze. Then, suddenly regaining his composure, he withdrew his hand. He followed her gaze to the quest listing in front of her. ”Sad, isn’t it?” he mused, thanking his years as a lazy college student for teaching him to skim read quickly. In an attempt to smooth over the fact that he had just done something most would consider creepy, he tilted his head to one side and asked, ”Are you planning on helping her?”

HP:100% MANA:100% WORDCOUNT:593

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Scouring eyes loomed over the board as she absorbed every detail of information from the mission like a sponge. Apparently, they were to travel deep below the uncharted territories of the substation to get to the entrance of an underground tunnel. Saskia breathed an air of tranquility as she tried to calm herself and meditate on what it was she was about to prepare for. As her fingers strummed the hilt, she felt a weird feeling across her hair, as the eerie sensation of a presence behind her quickly made her feel uncomfortable. Anyone touching her in a bar full of miscreants was enough to drive the woman bat shit insane.



Her left eye twitched nervously as her nose snarled up in an agitated manner. As she turned to gaze at the molester with a piercing gaze. Her eyes lit up like the scorching sun as they flashed into a golden hue. A trait that was common to Wolf Hairs who entered combat mode. Her eyes flashed back to the bright shade of blue as she took in the sight of the fair skinned man. Her eyes cut in a squinting fashion at him as she sized hi up with a scrutinizing gaze. His hair was of a silver-violet fashion as he was remarkably handsome, however that didn’t give the creep any reason to put his hands where they didn’t belong.



She suddenly felt a bad premonition about the person and felt an overwhelming sense of Deja vu like when she met her other guild member, Mitsuru, another Heretic who had creepy mannerisms just the same. Her eyes dilated once she saw in her heads up display that he was one of those cursed Heretics as well. She didn’t know what to make of it. Usually, Heretics spelled trouble and you could usually trust them about as far as you can throw them.



She began to wonder if possibly he had coated her in the invisible sensation of miasma, she remembered the fact that Heretics can do this all too easily to begin the first stages of corruption without it ever being sensed by normal perception. She gazed into his violet eyes as he looked away at the job board using his cunning to change the subject.



She subtly moved both her hands to the back of her hair and moved it to the opposite side away from him as she stepped a few steps away from him as to keep up her personal space bubble.



She made a split second decisions not to strangle him and send his face crashing into a glass on the bar. She could see the shards of glass protruding from his eyes as he cried out and his white robes fell on the floor as she made her glorious exit.



But of course, Saskia never truly harbored any murderous intent towards anyone. She was a delicate flower of a warrioress. She tried to give him the benefit of the doubt and perceive the incident as an accident for the time being.



“You damn right I am...the rest of these bums can drink themselves right into the cathedral, but I can’t sit idly by and enjoy a nice steak when I know right now...at this very moment, I can be wasting the precious seconds it would have took to save someones life and bring a husband or a father back to his family.” She stated firmly, her voice full of vigor.

“Now if you’ll excuse me. I must be off...someone might be counting on me. ” Saskia replied as she pushed open the doors to the exit and headed out towards the lower levels of the substation taking the stairs.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 617
Post Theme Song: Freedom





TAGS:Icarus

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[Icarus]

Her reaction was wonderful. A chill ran up Icarus’s spine as the woman’s eyes flashed dangerously. Between that and the snarl on her lips, she looked like she wanted to strangle him. Would it really be that easy? He was thrilled. Had he known that touching a woman’s hair was enough to provoke one, he would have seriously considered collecting clippings of it for fun. Maybe he could get PKed by one of every class!

To his disappointment, she did not crack his skull open. Instead, she merely sized him up, blatantly judging him. Unflinching, Icarus smiled through it. For his first several weeks as a heretic, the former cleric had feared that kind of expression. He was corrupted, yes. He was unusual, yes. He even conceded that he was, well, eccentric. Still, he was human. People forgot that fact far too quickly. They only saw his disease. And when they saw his disease, he saw Quinn.

Thankfully, by now he had learned to look the other way. Her hostility did not phase him. He knew he could fix it if he tried. The only question was whether she was worth the effort or not. Her vigorous response answered that. ”How admirable,” he purred, smiling as he leaned back against the bar. ”The world needs more heroes like you.” His tone wavered just on the border of sincerity and sarcasm. ”Good luck.”

When she excused herself, he merely nodded politely. While she departed, he whistled to himself and straightened his robes. He counted to ten. Then, figuring he had given her enough of a lead, he headed outside after her. It did not take him long to catch up. Cheerfully, he trailed along behind, leaving several feet between them.

After passing a few streets like this, Icarus called out, ”Don’t worry. I’m not following you.” ’Following’ described exactly what he was doing. Feeling bolder, he quickened his pace to draw even with her. ”I hear there’s a woman in this direction trying to complete a two person quest all by herself.” He had not missed that part of the listing. ”That’s really dangerous. I am going to help.”

Obviously, he knew she did not need him. He barely had any adventuring experience. He balked at fighting anything, even monsters. He lacked any kind of damage dealing spell. All he could offer was novice support. His presence would be a hazard, not a boon. It would be fine.

This was just another way for him to try her patience. If she truly was as good aligned as she seemed, she would not let him walk into certain peril alone. He had been planning to explore the lower levels of the underground anyways. Maybe with her help, he could actually make it through them without dying.

”If you see her, Ms Hero, please let me know. ♥” Beaming in her direction, he sped up even more to overtake her. Clearly he was going whether she was coming with him or not.

HP:100% MANA:100% WORDCOUNT:513

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Well, he definitely was a bit of an odd apple in the bunch. That much could be discerned. There was something... Off-kilter about his appearance and his methods as he grinned in retalion to her expressions as they were inside the tavern. It seemed almost as if he were trying to get a reaction out of her. She really didn’t know which was worse, the man who stood before her, or her guildmate Mitsuru. At least, Mitsuru was tolerable and was useful in combat and gave his all to protect his allies. He also was a skilled craftsman and worked diligently as a tailor for the guild. He also made rather fine qualities of clothing as he made both herself and her boyfriend Bailin’s dress and suit for the Snowdonia Winter Ball that had just passed.



She remembered those harsh winter winds being as chilly as the Ritualist’s gaze. He glance was unwavering as he inspected her motions. She didn’t know how to handle him. If he had been anything like Mitsuru then the only way they would be able to bond would be if he held any talents outside of his poor interpersonal communication skills. However, she didn’t really know what to do the guy. On one hand, he complimented her, but on the other it seemed almost as if....was he mocking her? That bastard!



That was enough to be off putting as she decided it was time to reel in the anchor on this short conversation and make herself scarce. Little did she know the prowl was on. She felt a slight sense of restored comfort and security as she exited and walked her first few steps towards her destination. Her wolf hair ears twitched as the veil of her inner peace and solitude was shattered once more by the pitter patter of light footsteps from behind her.



She cut her cool blue eyes at him as he feigned the statement about not following her. That’s right. He wasn’t following her. What he was doing now, was simply stalking! That’s what he was actually doing! Why on earth was he so clingy? It was like a parasite that just wouldn’t go away or a gnat that buzzed in her ear. She listened in an annoyed manner to his teasing gestures.



She paused and heaved a light sigh, uncertain of what to do next. It was obvious that the foolish woman that he had mentioned was her, though he feigned innocence in his sarcastic remarks. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and counted to three. When she unveiled them, she caught the glance of his shadow making for the lower levels of the substation where the entrance to the tunnel was at the door.



He mocked her again with a clever snide remark as he pressed on past her. In her futile struggle, she remained silent, though through body language, she communicated her disdain by running her fingers through the back of her hair lazily. She huffed a breath and kept her smirk up as she snapped her fingers and activated her [Summon Icarus] Cavalier ability and quickly gripped the saddle, hurling herself up and snapped the reins as the ivory champion steed gallantly galloped past the poor boy.



As Saskia rode alongside him at a gentle gait, she smirked confidently with a cocky grin.



“Alright. I’ll play your little game. Let’s see if you can run your legs as fast as you can run that mouth!” Saskia cackled as she cracked the reins violently. Icarus, might have noticed that the ivory warhorse with the platinum blonde mane shared his name if he bothered to pay attention to his heads up display.



Thundering hooves traversed the train tracks several hundred meters before she made her way to the entrance, leaving the man behind as a form of punishment. She saw sparking wire that loomed overhead the small cave that seemed to be burrowed out by inhumane means. Curiously, she brought the horse to a slow and steady gait as she moved throughout the dark cave. As her hands moved against the edge of the surface of the wall, she could feel gold metallic plating. It seemed as if there were slight remnants of interior design still left from within. As she glanced down the hall, she saw a light blue shadow of light flickering down the hall.



“Just what the hell might you think that is, Icarus?” She inquired to her horse, though afterwards it might have been possible for some unwanted fellow who shall not be named to suddenly appear and answer in horses stead. She hushed her ears to the sound of the clanking of metal and grinding sounds in the distance.



Just what the hell was out there?

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 795
Post Theme Song: Dark Rider





TAGS:Icarus

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[Icarus]

Too easy. Icarus did not know what he had expected from such a seasoned adventurer, but this was not it. He thought she would have had more composure. As creepy as he could be, he was not a threat to her with their massive level difference. He should not have been able to get under her skin. Instead, he did so in record time - so much so that she literally fled from him after just a little light teasing. He had not even been trying, yet she had shut him down completely. Already. Oh well. He probably deserved that for making assumptions. He could still fix this.

Humming cheerfully, he played oblivious to her annoyed glares as he followed her. He had learned his lesson earlier. Each of his steps was another tick of a running countdown. She would bolt again. There was no doubting it. He just wanted to see how long she would last. Sure enough, after a sudden outburst, she summoned a mount. Without wasting a  beat, she galloped into the distance. He had no chance of catching her.

Icarus the horse, huh? Icarus the heretic could not help but think that was a terrible title for an ally. The implications of the Greek myth behind it were too ominous, especially now that they were underground. He might enjoy plummeting to his doom deep in the depths. She, however, did not seem like the type to fall with grace. He merely smiled and let her go, ignoring her challenge. His battles were fought with patience and care. Chases were not his speed. He would catch up to her eventually, so why not let her clear out a wave or two of monsters before he did? Maybe it would make her feel better.

With a confident indifference, he entered the tunnels on his own. The rows of sketchy buildings of St. Pancreas gave way to musty dirt and stone. The air was dead and stale. He hated places like this. Their oppressiveness boxed him in, making him restless. Dragging the base of his white wooden staff along the dilapidated rails as he walked, he pushed forward in spite of his discomfort. His pace was quick, at least for someone without hooves. Even so, the dark halls went on and on forever. How could those kobolds stand it?

Thankfully, eventually the scenery changed. The cave became less of a cave and more a burrow. A sparking wire running through the ceiling provided extra light. Metallic plating glistened in the walls. Icarus began to pay more attention to his surroundings, his curiosity piqued. This place was not just some abandoned train track. There was something more down here. If he was lucky, it would be dangerous.

Before long, a familiar cream equine drew into view. His pink haired rider muttered their name. Amused, Icarus casually approached. ”I think it’s fantastic, that’s what,” he answered. Without hesitation, he eagerly continued towards the suspicious blue shadow. He could barely hear the grinding noise over his own elevated heartbeat. Things like this were the reason he explored so recklessly. He adored them. ”Shall we check it out, Ms Hero?”

The question was rhetorical. He was already halfway there.

HP:100% MANA:100% WORDCOUNT:540

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Head hung low as she buried her chin into her platemail, she breathed in deeply. The hand that wrapped around her polearm vibrated as she unconsciously was put on the alert. Fortunately, she had come to her senses and was able to prevent herself from skewering the man on the sharp and pointy stick.



It seemed that Mister Stalker had effectively made his way back into her shadow as the feminine faced male with his soft angelic features walked by adorned in his subtle white robe.



Saskia sneered at the notion of him being dressed in white. It was like finding those creepy catholic priests that got too excited to see little boys. He was so eerily disdainful that it made Saskia want to vomit. Perhaps their would be no healing of her hardness of heart. She siply had far too many bad experiences with Heretics and her prejudice accompanied with his annoying before simply wouldn’t allow her to forgive him.



Somehow, she felt like he was somehow responsible for all the damage she had endured by previous heretics. After all, it was the damned filthy heretics that had kidnapped two members of her guild. She didn’t even know if she could trust this guy. Perhaps he was a spy? What did he want from her? What goal did he possibly want to achieve?



She felt the hints of darkness in his words as he spoke. The sound of his voice gnaw at her flesh and made her skin crawl. She felt as if she were being suffocated by his mere presence.



Like fire. Dark fire. He singed her soul, leaving his dark seal over her heart and infesting her mind.



The thick fragility of the sincerity of his words was appalling as he proceeded onward. He didn’t even seem conscious of his surroundings. Saskia trotted alongside him and would whisper.



“You really shouldn’t just storm aside so boldly...there could be traps.” She muttered.



“You’re not even used to dungeons, are you?” Saskia stated as her eyes gleamed over him.



“Before you tell me how dangerous it is to be going alone, how about you make sure you’re going to be more of an asset than a liability...” She scolded with a firm voice.



“Fortunately for you, due to the terms of this contract. The level cap for the mission is four. So...I might have to rely on the abilities of another.” She confessed reluctantly.



“And you look like you could use some training in your new class. I bet you haven’t even taken yourself out to use those skills much, seeing as you’re still level one.” She muttered.



“You do know how to use the interface system for combat right? You got your hotkeys setup?” She inquired.



“And what about your three skills? Which did you just so happen to choose?” She asked.



“Poper prior planning prevents piss poor performance. Never just let your impulses guide you blindly.” She suggested. “If we have time to plan things. It’s much better to do that before we proceed. Which brings up rule number one. ALWAYS stay behind the tank. Otherwise, you’ll get yourself killed and end up in the cathedral. And I doubt you would want to make Ms. Hero take on that horrible kobold horde by herself. “ Saskia quipped.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 551
Post Theme Song: Final Reckoning





TAGS:Icarus

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[Icarus]

Once again, she wore that awful expression. Icarus frowned slightly. He was impervious to hostility, sure, but not oblivious to it. He could practically feel revulsion radiating off of her. In these close quarters, it was even more oppressive than it had been in the tavern. Why did she hate him so intensely? He had teased her a little, yes. And fine, the hair touch was undeniably creepy. None of that should have provoked her this much.

He quickly reached the only plausible conclusion - her hatred had nothing to do with him. She had her own kind of corruption to overcome. What a shame. She had such a pretty face. Sneering did not suit her. After all, prejudice looked ugly on everyone. Oh weeell. This woman might not have thick skin, but his was bulletproof. He could ignore it. He did love a challenge.

When she called out to him, he halted his advance. Out of politeness, he faced her to listen to her scolding. He nonchalantly leaned on his walking stick of a staff, an amused glint in his eye. Clearly, he was not taking her words seriously.

”You wound me, Ms Hero,” he finally replied, feigning sadness. ”Although I am touched by your concern, this is hardly my first dungeon.” There was a real chance that he was even more traveled than her. He doubted she had spent much time exploring miasma infected areas. ”My level is not a reflection of my ability to learn the mechanics of this world. It is a personal choice.”

With that, he straightened up and started back towards her. ”You see, I have no interest in experience points. I just want to experience. Everything. Including traps, if I can find them,” he cheerfully explained. ”I don’t need to become a fighter to do so. I already have the most incredible power a man could dream of. I don’t stay dead.”

Icarus the heretic patted Icarus the horse. Then he returned his gaze to the blue shadow looming down the hall. ”However, you have a point. I won’t make you do this quest alone. Just this once, I’ll play the game properly…” He beamed up at her, acting like he was doing her some kind of huge favor. Then, he completely switched gears.

”As far as ‘proper planning’ goes, we do not have a lot of options. I know you are a tank, but you will also have to be our source of damage. I only have utility magic,” he continued. Quinn had taught him basic MMO mechanics long before either of them tried Elder Tales. This was his first attempt at applying them. “I have a snare, a debuff, and a temporary heal. I literally cannot damage our enemies in any meaningful way.”

He pondered the situation, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ”You will have to pull them from a distance. I will disable them before they reach you. That should make it much easier for you to kill them, don’t you think?”

HP:100% MANA:100% WORDCOUNT:501

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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It seemed that the ash haired man would continue to prove himself to be such an insatiable being as he turned to face her with his coy grin. She was trying to talk to him out of genuine concern for the well being of someone who’s life was at stake here. There was no time for games. Unlike the seemingly immortal demi-gods they were like, the Landers only had one thread of life to hold unto. Which could be snapped at a moments notice. Every little second counted and she couldn’t waste it on idle chatter.



She had no idea why the man wanted to harass her so much. Why did his words have to be so toxic? Yes, toxic. The boy had a toxic personality as if he got high of the misery of others. She needed to avoid him. In the depths of her mind she cursed him and wished he would trigger a trap that would hurl him into the void of non-existence as he would appear far, far, away in the cathedral. However, knowing him, he would only return with with a damn cheerfully wicked grin and a wave of his fingers to greet her.



Screw this guy. If it were a normal quest, she would have bailed on him. However, that wasn’t the case. She knew in her mind that logical the power of two would most often overcome the force of one, so she heaved a sigh of humility and ate a slice of good old humble pie.



“Fine. You can help...” She muttered regretably. She knew that either way he was probably going to be stubborn and run off ahead anyway. She could already see that thought playing in her mind.



Once he started confessing his set of skills that made up for in utility than what they did in a lack of prowess for their aptitude to deal damaging infliction.



“Haha, oh no...you can keep your heals to yourself...I know all about that nasty corruption effect. I’ve been down that road before. I’m not turning into anyone’s crazy little mutant.” Saskia scoffed.



“But as for the snare and the debuff....those can be useful. Is it the debuff that reduces their speed? I’d save that for the heavy hitters. As for the snare. That’d be great for the strongest enemy. Will give me time to finish off the weaker ones before he arrives.”



Saskia rubbed her hands together.



“Alright, now that that is settled, let’s get a move on Mr. Stalker. “ Saskia quipped as she moved on ahead of his towards the blue flashing light in the distance.



As they rounded the corner, they would see a room filled with an assortment of magitech items on the table. Wonderous relics that were appealing and captivating to the eye. Many who saw it would assume that they would fetch a hearty price. There were many old appliances and pieces of technology that some would say many have never seen before as they were predated back to the days of the alvs. The inquisitive and hazardous Heretic might feel compelled to touch them. If he did, he would soon realized that not only where they relics. That they were [Primitive Tech GR-1]’s in disguise! However, the cotton candy haired girl would at least try to stop him.



“Don’t touch anything....” She muttered, before inevitably looking back, not fully trusting him, but having full certainty he would probably ignore her.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 577
Post Theme Song: Blitzkrieg


Enemy Info: 


Primitive Tech GR-1

Level 5-20

Type: Artificial Life, Machine, Spirit

Rank: Normal

Nature: Curious

Found in: Londinium Underground

Skills:

- Ground Scurry: The monster hastens its movement speed by 50% for 10 seconds. Cooldown 20 seconds.

- Swarm Signal: Causes a nearby Machine-type monster to approach the monster. If the monster is currently engaged in combat with a character, that Machine-type monster will aggro the target.

- Tech Attack: A skill that uses the innate abilities of the appliance the monster possesses. It varies based on the type of appliance. For example, a hair dryer may shoot a gust of wind, while a refrigerator can release a cold burst of air and an oven can shoot out flames.

- Emergency Jump: Transfers the spirit into another appliance, restoring all its HP but reducing its level by 5. If the monster would drop below Level 5, it becomes Level 5 instead.

Description: A strange entity that possesses old appliances that were abandoned from prior to the Apocalypse. It has developed a consciousness having been in solitude for so long, traveling from object to object in search of its former owner. Their level range and combat ability depends upon the object they possess. Weaker spirits can control little more than old lamps, while the strongest can possess and harness the full power of larger appliances.







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[Icarus]

Even though he had offered to help her, the heroic woman still scowled at him as though he was something that had clogged up her gutter. Icarus half heartedly wondered if her face had gotten stuck that way. The thought made him feel a pang of guilt. He hated to ruin pretty things. Fortunately, it looked like she was done running from him. that meant that her alignment was more important to her than her prejudice. That was all he needed. She would get used to him with time. Maybe.

The more she sighed at him, the less her disdain affected him. As she complained about his Tainted Charity spell, he shook his head dismissively. ”I never said I planned to heal you, Ms Hero. I was just answering your question.” With her obvious heretic-paranoia, he had already assumed that he should keep corruption-dealing abilities to himself. He had no real way of stacking the ominous debuff enough to matter, but he doubted she would believe him if he explained that. She was beyond the reach of reason. What kind of level fifty guardian feared a level one newbie?

”Unfortunately no, I do not have Pain Affliction,” Icarus continued. She was probably tired of his talking, but they were going into combat together. He had to correct the misunderstanding. Otherwise, she might accuse him of lying. ”My disable is Tempting Hysteria, which slows the casting of the target. It won’t be very helpful unless we encounter magic users.” His poorly-conceived class choices were beginning to show.

When he first started Elder Tales, Quinn had helped him construct his cleric build. When he fell and became a black mage, he had no one to turn to for advice. He had picked his skills based on vague memories of conversations from his college days and flavor text alone. Personally, he liked the set he ended up with. He could influence the outcome of battles without ever directly harming someone. However, his specialization became rather inconvenient in times like these.

”We should be fine,” he added conclusively. ”You are very strong and I still have an auto attack.” As if to demonstrate, he cheerfully tapped his polish wooden staff against the stone floor. ”We’re not likely to encounter challenging monsters on a quest meant for newbies, anyways.” Having no more preliminary comments, he followed her towards the light.

The next room turned out to be quite breathtaking. Assorted magitech decorated every surface. While they were appealing to the eye, Icarus had little interest in them. Gold was as useless to him as experience points. He had no innate greed. For the short while that he actually participated in normal dungeon groups, he almost always let his teammates take his share of the loot.

Judging from her words, the guardian seemed to think he would rush over to mess with the treasures like a kid in a candy store. Oh come on. He could handle basic instructions. She told him to stay behind the tank. He would stay behind the tank. Since he was being treated like a child, why not act like one?

”Touch anything?” he repeated, feigning ignorance. ”You mean like this?” Beaming at her, he reached up and grabbed a fistful of that pink hair. He was a masochist, not a sadist. He would rather get punched than get his party killed.

TAGS:Saskia HP:100% WORDCOUNT:577

[Saskia]

HP 94% | MP 92%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Yep. Saskia tried so hard, but she thought that now she officially hated this guys face. It was bad enough that he basically begged to come along. He damn well insisted on the fact and implied that he simply would not go away. It felt like trying to get rid of roaches, but no matter what you did, they would just adapt and become immune to whatever brand of roach spray that you got for them.



He had the worst malicious intent one could ever describe. She let her guard down for a split second and THIS is the thanks she gets!?! All he had to do was keep his grubby paws to himself. How hard was that? She specifically instructed him to keep his hands to himself, and he deliberately disobeyed her.



Technically, he did somewhat listen as she was talking about the ornaments that adorned the table. She had a feeling that maybe everything could simply go along casualty, that maybe, just maybe, they just got off on the wrong foot and that this could all just be water under the bridge.



After sharing his skills, she was just beginning to believe that maybe he would try and behave by turning over a new leaf, however it seemed he was hellbent on making her life miserable.



She turned around and gripped the young man by the robes of his shirt.



Her eyes burnt like cinders as the flames of her golden orbs danced in a scornful hue while her wolf hair thickened.



“Look you...I don’t like being touched, so keep your damn hands to yourself!” She yelled in a shockwave that bellowed through the halls.



She gritted her teeth like fangs as she snarled at the man. She would go on to continue her rant, not noticing the ornaments on the table that were rattling and humming with a bluish hue.



“You get off on this shit? Being irksome and making others some toy of yours to be played around with? You can’t just go on treating people with such blatant disrespect. I don’t know what you want from me, but you need to calm the hell down, sir!”



The rattling from behind her on the table became louder as several ornaments and relics of ancient broken magitech devices came to life and began to rise up and swirl around the halls. There was five pieces in total. A globe, a book, an Iron. a fan., and a magitech handgun.



Saskia’s eyes turned away from Icarus for that moment as she nervously looked back.



“What the hell...they’re alive!” Saskia shouted. “What the hell is going on...are they possessed?” She asked then snapped her head back to Icarus. “This is YOUR doing, isn’t it?” She snarled, before releasing his shirt and stepping in front of him raising her sword and shield.



“If you got any worth in a fight. Now’s the time to prove it.” Saskia howled. “Unless of course...these are all your little toys...”



The handgun fired a charge of mana at her as she recoiled back into the wall.



“Shit...what the hell was that...?” Saskia groaned as she looked up. “Damn it...why are there so many?”



“Icarus, cover me, I’m going in!” Saskia growled as she dashed ahead. “Alright, all or nothing, you freaky bastards! Anchor Howl!” She cried out as she absorbed the hate from every last single one of them.



She would soon be destined for a brutal pounding.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 580
Post Theme Song: Aggression


Enemy Info: 


Primitive Tech GR-1

Level 5-20

Type: Artificial Life, Machine, Spirit

Rank: Normal

Nature: Curious

Found in: Londinium Underground

Skills:

- Ground Scurry: The monster hastens its movement speed by 50% for 10 seconds. Cooldown 20 seconds.

- Swarm Signal: Causes a nearby Machine-type monster to approach the monster. If the monster is currently engaged in combat with a character, that Machine-type monster will aggro the target.

- Tech Attack: A skill that uses the innate abilities of the appliance the monster possesses. It varies based on the type of appliance. For example, a hair dryer may shoot a gust of wind, while a refrigerator can release a cold burst of air and an oven can shoot out flames.

- Emergency Jump: Transfers the spirit into another appliance, restoring all its HP but reducing its level by 5. If the monster would drop below Level 5, it becomes Level 5 instead.

Description: A strange entity that possesses old appliances that were abandoned from prior to the Apocalypse. It has developed a consciousness having been in solitude for so long, traveling from object to object in search of its former owner. Their level range and combat ability depends upon the object they possess. Weaker spirits can control little more than old lamps, while the strongest can possess and harness the full power of larger appliances.







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[Icarus]

Generally, Icarus tried to avoid putting his party in danger. Ms Hero apparently did not share that philosophy. The spellcaster did not resist when she grabbed him by the shirt. In fact, he barely reacted. His smile remained in tact. He did not flinch, no matter how much she yelled. Only his elevated heart rate betrayed that he was affected at all. A familiar chill ran up his spine, reminding him of his daydream from the tavern. Maybe she would kill him after all.

She had mostly behaved since he followed her into the cave. He should not have deliberately antagonized her. It had been a passive aggressive attempt to pay her back for talking down to him and he knew better. While he certainly warranted some retribution, he was not the only one at fault here.This still was a gross overreaction. And a hypocritical one, at that!

Disrespect? For the most part, he had been polite up until now. Meanwhile, she had assumed he was scum from the moment he opened his mouth. On top of that, she treated him like a child. Just because he was level one did not mean he had to listen to her, especially since she made it clear that she would never listen to him.

Then she told him to calm down. Hah. He was not the adventurer ranting in the middle of a dungeon. In fact, he had yet to lose his composure even once since meeting her. Even he, a self proclaimed death seeker, knew better than to raise his voice when there were enemies around. They were underground. Sound would carry very far.

A rare pang of annoyance flashed through his mind. People who dared take responsibility for the lives of others had no right to anger so easily. They needed reason and good judgement. He should not have been able to make her lose her head. All he had done was touch her and now some poor virtual husband might die for it.

Oh well. That was none of his business. His irritation faded as quickly as it had struck. Instead of paying attention to her, his dark eyes fell on the magitech behind her. It had begun to rattle ominously as though they were possessed. Without a doubt, they were about to be attacked.

The fact that Ms Hero accused him of being behind this almost made him laugh. He had just finished telling her that he had no offensive abilities. He was weak by design. She could see that on her display. There was no way for him to mask it. If he had that kind of power, he would be doing much more interesting things than trying to help a woman who hated him complete a newbie quest.

He almost responded to that effect but before he opened his mouth, one of the monsters fired at her. The impact drove her into a wall. Alright alright, he needed to pay attention. Combat had a funny way of making people work together. Maybe it would be fine. ”All or nothing is correct, Ms Hero. Good luck,” he replied quietly, brandishing his staff.

In a burst of purple light, Shackles of the Sentence emerged from the floor. They entangled the iron, pinning it still. His snare was arguably his only useful skill. He would have to spam it. He left the most dangerous-seeming appliance, the handgun, unhindered. There was no point in rooting something that could fight from a range. Just in case that mana burst had been a spell, he followed up by tagging it with Tempting Hysteria instead.

There was nothing flashy about his skillset. He would have to wait for his cooldowns to refresh. Only once his ally’s taunt took effect could he safely move into melee range.

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[Saskia]

HP 94% | MP 92%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Saskia’s nerve were beginning to become unhinged. She was a boiling pit of lava and at a point to where she could be classified as a swirling tsunami of emotions. She was becoming more and more agitated by the minute about the recent turn of events. Not only was she stuck in this hell hole with a creepy heretic with a sinuous grin. She now had to deal with the wave of this vicious hellspawn. Though she was the sole person to be responsible for waking them up from their crypt, she couldn’t help but shift the blame over to this infernal insect beside her.



If only he hadn’t been trying so hard to snake his way under her skin and toy around like a child, pushing all over her buttons to be point to where they were litterally about to pop off, maybe they wouldn’t be stuck in the current situation that they were in now. She was utterly pissed at him as her mind played back flashbacks of every stupid grin or flutter of his charmingly cute violet strands of hair. Wait. Why has she thinking that his hair was cute?



What nonsense was this? The man was creepy. He made her skin crawl in fact. However, his avatar was so charmingly attractive a part of her could help but feel seduced by his charming features as he tormented her. Was this stockholm’s syndrome? What madness was this? She began to wonder. The Tsundere knew she had to get away from him as quickly as possible as soon as this battle was over. This whole situation was becoming more of a headache than it was worth and she wanted to just return to the academy and hide under her desk.



She would have much rather stayed swamped in the high stack of paperwork she had than to put up with being beat down by globes and other random appliances that made absolutely no sense to be fighting. The fact that most of them were tiny and capable of flight made them even more annoying to fight as she waved her sword at the globe, her sharp sword slicing through the surface of the uncharted lands charted on it. She could help but feel the whole situation was ridiculous as she sidestepped away from the iron so that she wouldn’t have to suffer any of the damage from it.



Out of the corner of her gaze, she watched as the black spirits of the damned stretched out from the bottom of the ground and webbed around the iron, pinning it to the floor.



“So this is the power of the Heretics...” Saskia whispered in a slightly frightful voice.



She looked at Icarus’s eyes for a brief second then returned her gaze to the fight, oddly blushing for a brief moment, then she activated her [Parry] ability to deflect the attack of the flapping book that swirled towards her.



The fan however, smacked the pepto bismol haired woman in the back of the head as she cried out in pain.



“Owwww....Goddamn it...this stupid ass neepin’ fan!” She shouted as she retaliated by thrusting her sword into it, and stopping it’s propellers.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 537
Post Theme Song: Iron Rust 2




Enemy Info: 


Primitive Tech GR-1

Level 5-20

Type: Artificial Life, Machine, Spirit

Rank: Normal

Nature: Curious

Found in: Londinium Underground

Skills:

- Ground Scurry: The monster hastens its movement speed by 50% for 10 seconds. Cooldown 20 seconds.

- Swarm Signal: Causes a nearby Machine-type monster to approach the monster. If the monster is currently engaged in combat with a character, that Machine-type monster will aggro the target.

- Tech Attack: A skill that uses the innate abilities of the appliance the monster possesses. It varies based on the type of appliance. For example, a hair dryer may shoot a gust of wind, while a refrigerator can release a cold burst of air and an oven can shoot out flames.

- Emergency Jump: Transfers the spirit into another appliance, restoring all its HP but reducing its level by 5. If the monster would drop below Level 5, it becomes Level 5 instead.

Description: A strange entity that possesses old appliances that were abandoned from prior to the Apocalypse. It has developed a consciousness having been in solitude for so long, traveling from object to object in search of its former owner. Their level range and combat ability depends upon the object they possess. Weaker spirits can control little more than old lamps, while the strongest can possess and harness the full power of larger appliances.







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[Icarus]

Ms Hero seemed a little distracted. At first, Icarus wondered if they had gotten in over their heads. These possessed magitech things were not the kobolds they were supposed to be fighting. Judging from her impact with the wall, they were much stronger. Although he intended to hinder them to the best of his abilities, he could not get around the fact tha the was level one. His character was not designed for close range combat. She would have to bear the brunt of their might on her own. Hopefully she could handle it. Despite his indifference towards most people, he had a rather strong sense of responsibility. If she got killed, since he was partially at fault for making her lose her head, he would feel it for months.

Well, there was no use worrying about it. Ms Hero had quite a level advantage. They would probably win. If they did not, they could deal with the consequences as they came. While his cooldowns ticked, the white heretic watched her slash away at the globe. If the situation had not been so dangerous, it might have been comical. They were being attacked by a bunch of tiny flying household object. What a horrible way to go. When his teammate commented on his ability, he smiled at her cheerfully, ”Yes, beware our overly dramatic particle effects.” Where she saw spirits of the damned, he saw a simple mechanic that was trying too hard to look evil. Even the game devs tried to type cast him!

An unexpected hint of red amidst all of that pink caught his eye. For a precious moment, it brought his thoughts to a halt. Was that a blush? How unexpected. Icarus knew better than to make any assumptions -people got embarrassed for all kinds of strange reasons- but he could not help but chuckle at the idea that he might not be the only person in the room who liked abuse. He would have to test that later. Until then, he had some animate objects he needed to make inanimate again.

Their enemies were fully engrossed by Ms Hero’s taunt. As she swore profusely and stabbed at one, he recast Shackles of the Sentence to keep the iron safely pinned. ”I guess it’s not a fan of you, Ms Hero.” He always enjoyed himself, even in the middle of fighting. That meant puns were not off limits. ”And as for me…” He approached the swarm. With a nonchalant demeanor, he wound his staff over his shoulder. It was a defensive weapon choice. Still, it was familiar to the former baseball player’s hands. Cheerfully, he swung it into the book. They collided with a satisfying thunk. The damage it dealt was miniscule compared to the blows from his ally’s blade. Damage was damage.

It probably would have been more tactically sound for him to strike the same target as she did, but he did not want to be accused of getting in her way. ”...Ever since college, I’ve really hated reading.”

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[Saskia]

HP 94% | MP 92%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Ghoulish spirits of seemingly haunted interior of the room where the enchanted items weaved around to become aggressive monstrosities took control of the everyday household items and turning them into violent killing machines. They had already come this far and still they were so of course from their current objective. What if they would be too late and didn’t make it on time. What if the synergy between them had already been shattered and they were unable to fully work together as they had desired in order to survive? How would they fare against so many opponents while neither one of them were buit for a solid offense. The damage output between the two was meager at best and with them being heavily outnumbered, damage mitigation and curative abilities was at an all time high for demand.



Saskia already knew that the battle was going to be a long and taxing experience and with their being so many opponents assaulting her at once, she wouldn’t be able to effectively cast her own heals without being interrupted. She would just have to endure her punishment for a while longer until it could be discerned whether or not she could live through the fight without the need of healing magic.



Whatever the case would be, Saskia wouldn’t let this heretic creep to see her in weakness. She had no desire to make her self vulnerable in any way to sketchy men like him. If he was indeed a spy for the heretics, then it would be quite possible that he merely inserted himself into this cave with her to study her. It became apparent that he must have had some form of hidden agenda. Why else wold he go through so much trouble over something like this? Why was he trying to be so near her?



She coudn’t help but wonder who he was or what role he intended to play in this world. She grew very suspicious of his actions and began to think that maybe he just wanted to take notes of her skills in combat so that he could go and report his findigs to someone in exchange for gold.



As his eyes connected with her, she looked away.



Shit.



Had he noticed?



Of course he did.



Saskia snarled as he hissed about the animated features of the heretic class.



It was true. Mot of the magic classes were far more flashy than the warrior classes who’s abilities resonated with the redundance of slashes, swipes, and cuts across the battlefield. Somewhere in her heart, she envied them. Being able to take command over the elements and channel spells was definitely an insanely unique experience.



As the man made his jokes, Saskia quipped.



“Never was much of a college girl. I ditched that scene to make music. Now I’d be pissed if one of the things they were hurling at us was a flying piano!”



Her sword then sliced to the side, breaking the metal frame of the fan as she got smashed in the stomach by the spinning globe.



“Alright, I’m getting tired of this shit!” Saskia shouted as she lunged forward at the iron that was ensnared and unleashed a volley of five diagonal slashes in a [Sword Rain Flurry] combo.



Normally this skill had a chance of missing the target, since the player gets locked in place during the animation, but since the iron was trapped in snares, it was the perfect tie to initiate the execution as the iron burst into beautiful anima shards and radiant light.


"Alright, pretty boy! Let's exorcise some god damn demons!" 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 600
Post Theme Song: Exorcist




Enemy Info: 


Primitive Tech GR-1

Level 5-20

Type: Artificial Life, Machine, Spirit

Rank: Normal

Nature: Curious

Found in: Londinium Underground

Skills:

- Ground Scurry: The monster hastens its movement speed by 50% for 10 seconds. Cooldown 20 seconds.

- Swarm Signal: Causes a nearby Machine-type monster to approach the monster. If the monster is currently engaged in combat with a character, that Machine-type monster will aggro the target.

- Tech Attack: A skill that uses the innate abilities of the appliance the monster possesses. It varies based on the type of appliance. For example, a hair dryer may shoot a gust of wind, while a refrigerator can release a cold burst of air and an oven can shoot out flames.

- Emergency Jump: Transfers the spirit into another appliance, restoring all its HP but reducing its level by 5. If the monster would drop below Level 5, it becomes Level 5 instead.

Description: A strange entity that possesses old appliances that were abandoned from prior to the Apocalypse. It has developed a consciousness having been in solitude for so long, traveling from object to object in search of its former owner. Their level range and combat ability depends upon the object they possess. Weaker spirits can control little more than old lamps, while the strongest can possess and harness the full power of larger appliances.







TAGS:Icarus

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[Icarus]

Their eyes connected briefly. Ms Hero quickly looked away. Icarus was not sure whether she had lost the nerve to face him or whether she simply wanted to focus on combat. Either way, with her snarling and hissing, she clearly was in a completely different mindset than he was. Being indifferent towards death had some nice advantages. Sure, he died more than most adventurers. However, he never experienced fear or lost his head. That paid off in dire situations like these, where he actually needed to perform under pressure.

Keeping his pink haired friend alive was one concern. If he did that much, this fight would be a success. Keeping her alive and in good enough condition to keep looking for the missing Lander was a stretch goal. He did not really view the artificial intelligences in quite the same way as his immortal peers. Sometimes he struggled to empathize with them. For this particular quest, though, he understood why their success was so important. Losing a spouse changed you. Forever. And he did not wish that experience on anyone, even fake people.

To prevent that, they would have to to get through this encounter without any mistakes. Humming cheerfully, Icarus swung at the book again. It would take him quite a while to kill it but as long as it minded Saskia’s taunt, he was perfectly safe to just hack away. When she stated that she had not gone to college, he immediately replied, ”I could tell.” He let that one sink in for a bit, then added, ”If we were fighting a piano, we’d probably be flattened long before you got a chance to be pissed ~”

As if to illustrate his point, the globe smashed her in the gut. Great. Briefly, Icarus lamented his choice to not level any of his classes. There was not a whole lot he could do to share the burden of the damage. Even if he had some way to pull aggro, his low HP would not last long enough for them to kill one. Thankfully, she finally managed to kill the iron by using a skill while it was pinned. That could work.

”Pretty boy?” he repeated, amused. ”That’s quite a step up from Mr. Stalker.” As she spouted something about exorcising demons, he smirked at her. This was a nice change, considering she had acted like she wanted to exorcise him only a few moments earlier. ”Let’s do it. And while we’re at it…” Temporarily laying off of the book, he raised his white staff to cast Shackles of the Sentenced on a new target, the globe. ”Let’s destroy the world!”

Hopefully she would get the idea. Attacking whichever enemy he pinned with a higher damage volley would be far more effective than swinging them at random. Much to his surprise, she had instinctively picked a pretty decent strategy. His snare’s long cool down was better spent setting up allied strikes than just holding an opponent for a little while. He should have thought of this sooner.

TAGS:Saskia HP:100% WORDCOUNT:519

[Saskia]

HP 94% | MP 92%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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“I knew you were a sick bastard....” Saskia scoffed as her sword clanged against the fan that had it’s propellers spin rapidly. “You one of them kids that played lived a little too long behind the computer, huh? Now you want to plan world domination. I think you need help. Hell, maybe I need help too. Because by the looks of it, I pissed off the whole world.”



Saskia chuckled between fierce glances as she watched the globe angrily lunge at her.



“Oh, shut up! Before I bring world war four over there! “She growled as the handgun fire another blast at her. With a quick and fearsome smock of the side of her blade, she activated her [Parry] skill and fortunately, through the mercy of AI, was she able to deflect the shot.



“Holy shit! That was pretty cool. Now I feel like a Jedi.” Saskia smirked glancing over at Icarus. “Come on Master Yoda, we got work to do. The world isn’t going to destroy itself you know!”



Saskia maintained her defensive stance, focusing on the fan that fluttered before her. “ Come on...hit me! I dare you, you little prick! Show me what you got!” Saskia chuckled with a smirk at the book in a [Taunting Shout]. “ You know...you can talk shit all you want. When it comes down to tanking, I graduate from the school of hard knocks!”



Saskia slammed her sword against the book as it tried to smack her face by slapping her across it. Her sword sparked against it’s spine and then knocked it over the side.



“Nice work latching it down. What country do you think we should go after first? I’m thinking we should go after Japan! Here’s to hiroshima and nagasaki!” Saskia shouted as she slashed across the globe to make a large “X” mark tearing through most of the map.



“Whoops...I missed and hit the UK....there goes my degree at cambridge. Oh well....” Saskia chuckled as she spun around, her back facing Icarus. “So where you from, you little psycho? You seem like one of the small town types...Mr. Creeper.”



Saskia knew he liked to play games. She coud play right along with him. Maybe it would help make the battle a little interesting. She never really got to talk smack during combat. This was definitely another side of her that was being brought out. She didn’t know exactly how she felt about it, but then again, his mouth didnt seem to have a filter on it, so why should hers?



Granted, she appreciated his skills in combat, but that flood of venom he spat out was a pretty low blow. He was one of the biggest jerks she managed to meet in the game. He took the cake for the weirdest as well. Not even Mitsuru was this creepy. She wondered how he managed to be like this. She also thought about how he might have behaved in the real world, which made a chill shiver down her spine. Whoever he was in the real world, he must have been a true sociopath.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 519
Post Theme Song: Out of the Ashes




Enemy Info: 


Primitive Tech GR-1

Level 5-20

Type: Artificial Life, Machine, Spirit

Rank: Normal

Nature: Curious

Found in: Londinium Underground

Skills:

- Ground Scurry: The monster hastens its movement speed by 50% for 10 seconds. Cooldown 20 seconds.

- Swarm Signal: Causes a nearby Machine-type monster to approach the monster. If the monster is currently engaged in combat with a character, that Machine-type monster will aggro the target.

- Tech Attack: A skill that uses the innate abilities of the appliance the monster possesses. It varies based on the type of appliance. For example, a hair dryer may shoot a gust of wind, while a refrigerator can release a cold burst of air and an oven can shoot out flames.

- Emergency Jump: Transfers the spirit into another appliance, restoring all its HP but reducing its level by 5. If the monster would drop below Level 5, it becomes Level 5 instead.

Description: A strange entity that possesses old appliances that were abandoned from prior to the Apocalypse. It has developed a consciousness having been in solitude for so long, traveling from object to object in search of its former owner. Their level range and combat ability depends upon the object they possess. Weaker spirits can control little more than old lamps, while the strongest can possess and harness the full power of larger appliances.







TAGS:Icarus

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[Icarus]

Perhaps “Ms Hero” had not been the correct choice of title for this particular guardian. As she talked more and more smack, her moves grew more and more aggressive. If he did not know any better, Icarus would have thought she was enjoying herself. She liked dealing abuse just as much as she liked taking it. With an amused expression, the heretic withdrew, abandoning the book in order to take a few steps back. He did not want to get in her way.

“Actually,” he began quietly. “Elder Tales is my first video game.” Since he had no one to come home for, he had spent most of his childhood at extracurricular activities. He played sports, sat through clubs, and visited friends to pass his time. He and his mother had no room in their budget for digital toys. Had he not met Quinn, playing one would never have crossed his mind. Once again, this girl had badly misjudged him. Oh well. ”And last, I suppose.” If he could pass for an experienced gamer, he was doing something right. Being an ‘experienced gamer’ could get one pretty far in the world they were currently stuck in.

The handgun fired again at his pink haired ally. She parried the higher damage blow, seeming quite proud of herself. ”Jedi do not need AI to assist their moves,” he politely reminded her. With every swing, she seemed to be growing more and more comfortable with the situation. She had even gone so far as to compliment him. He could not let that happen, now could he? If she got used to him, getting through these tunnels would be a lot more boring.

Tearing through the globe, she not-so-subtly name dropped Cambridge. Icarus was not particularly impressed. Famous private schools had a reputation for pulling strings to reel in people who could actually afford their tuition regardless of their talent. A pretty musician fit into that stereotype perfectly. “I’m originally from Detroit,” he replied cheerfully. ”So um. Not very small town, no.”

It was the most notoriously poor city in his home country. Children raised there did not attend fancy universities. They respected a different kind of achievement -survival and power. He had pointedly avoided both since becoming trapped in Elder Tales. ”Do me a favor and get rid of it, too,” he added. He did not really like talking too much about his former life, much less with a woman who hated him.

With that, he recast Shackles of the Sentenced. New chains replaced the old as they faded, stopping the map’ spinning. Based on how much it had taken for the iron to burst into anima, he could probably kill it himself with a hit or two. He preferred to let Ms Hero have that honor. They were not in a party, so if she dealt all of the finishing blows, he would not gain any experience. He did not want any. ”Pretty Boy, Mr Stalker, Little Psycho, Mr Creeper… you sure are creative with names, aren’t you, Ms Hero?”

TAGS:Saskia HP:100% WORDCOUNT:524