[Mentor/Open] A Man's Scorn

[Carmina Mortea]

    Carmina found herself sitting underneath the shade of a large oak-like tree. She slowly gets up from her spot, using the tree as her support. Looking down, past her large breasts, Carmina found out a Zweihander is strapped across her belt horizontally, the pommel of her two handed sword pointing to the right, while the point of the sword is out to the left. She stares at her weapon silently, and lets her body automatically stand on its own. Carmina noticed a few boxes in the edges of her vision, concentrating hard, the boxes became clearer. The boxes turned out to be information text boxes, the same kind one would see from screenshots of an Elder Tale Adventurer's heads up display. "That's right. I'm an Adventurer...but who am I?" From reading the player status box, she found out that she's Carmina Mortea, a human Samurai. "What am I doing here in...Londonium?" The area name appears in her mind, as if out of no where. "Why do I know this...how did I get here?" Her inner voice is full of confusion. Carmina forces to calm herself down, "Think. As far back, as possible."
  
  Again, information pops into her mind out of nowhere. Carmina's heart races and she begins to hyperventilate inside her panda mask, as she learns about the world of Elder Tale without any context at a ludicrous speed. Then, all of the information stops, allowing the poor girl a moment to take a deep breath. She turns around toward the tree and doubles over, Carmina's stomach tightens and her throat drys. Finally, she manages to wrestle back control over her body and takes a few deep breathes. Her heart gradually slows down from its rapid pace and, out of anger, she punches the tree. Bits of the tree's bark fall off as she pulls her fist away from it, revealing a shallow imprint of her knuckles.

    In a second, Carmina whips around to mindlessly storm off towards the center of the city. She grits her teeth, warping her face into a wrathful expression. Gripping the handle of her sword with her right hand, turning her knuckles to the same color of her snow white gloves. "I'm going to find this person who put me here...and I'm going to make him talk. I bet he's laughing at me right now. That...URGGH!"

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[Avalon]

word count;581[x1.25%]=726.25

The sunrise lightened up in pale hues of pinks and orange and the sky was lit in a bottom of a fiery glow. The backdrop grew lighter and sharper in every minutes that past by signifying the early morning reaching it's peak. The scenery was beautiful. Avalon could feel the warmth of the sun upon her skin, causing the chillness to dissipate. It was such a nice feeling that she decided upon herself to take some time off from level grinding for a short while and bask in the serene environment. The last few weeks were a whirlwind full of dangerous missions and quests that eventually built up the confidence in being an adventurer and as an individual with the help from comrades. They had grown on her and bonded with some, gaining new insight on the strange world of Elder Tales. She had bought a tenor saxophone that gave her nostalgia of the few yet enjoyable times she had played it back home. "Should I play it today," she asked her frenmic rabbit she easily made friends with the day before. Somehow it began following her everywhere she went though she was saddened that she couldn't take it as a pet with her yet. The rabbit nodded a quiet yes in curiosity. Avalon wondered if it required to manually learn how to play it or if there was a special feature that would assist an adventurer in learning it. Avalon brought out her inventory and selected the tenor saxophone for her to use today. Gazing at the instrument, it was a sleek nickel plated tenor saxophone that seemingly glowed in the bright sunlight like it was in the spotlight of a stage. The bow was larger than normally so she could play more dynamically.

She wished that she had some type of body strap to help her keep it more stable though there was no need for it now. Her fingers ran gracefully over the holes feeling the familiarity of the tremor saxophone. She could already remember how vibrant and rich the tone was in her mind. She loosened up her body and soundly began playing it carefully at first with some hesitation, not knowing if her knowledge meant anything in playing it. Once she realized that it was the same even in the game, she felt right at home. Unlike where she had played in front of a whole audience, she feel that she wasn't laying her emotions bare for all to see and judging her, The people were just in awe of music they haven't heard in there life before. It was just peaceful. The jazz was smooth and silky, hitting a rich high note and sounding climatically grand. She was in her own world of music, fluctuating from playfulness to mysterious tones. Until she was suddenly cast out feeling some tension. What greeted her inquisitive eyes wasIn the corner of her eye, was a sword lifted high. She noticed a young woman in the middle of the city looking utterly in turmoil. She wasn't necessarily pointing it at a specific individual but it seemed odd. Maybe she needed help? Maybe she was crazy? "Are you okay there," she asked curiosity and in concern, as she walked up to the woman. She didn't want any meaningless fights to occur within the city and have her break it up once again or her the one having to defend herself. Today was just another day in the neighborhood wasn't it?

Carmina Mortea

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Carmina Mortea]

As Carmina storms closer to the buildings ahead of her, she continues her rant about her creator, calling whomever it is every possible foul name she could think of under the sun, moon, and stars. Carmina's attention cuts back to her immediate surroundings when she hears a feminine voice call out to her, "Are you okay there?"

Looking around to find the source of the question, she spots a young woman to the side. Upon closer inspection, Carmina saw that the woman had a look of cautious concern and noticed the woman's green hair and the dog like ears. Carmina stomps closer towards the woman, waiting for the other woman to give her the excuse to carve her up, but she stops in her tracks. Carmina's eyes stop when she saw the silvery saxophone being held in the girl's eyes, her hand slacks off the hilt of her Zweihander. "What is that thing there? The silver thing?", she asks in a quiet voice while pointing at it curiously with her right index finger.

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[ Avalon ]

[Scharden Freuden]

Returning back from a night of training in the filthy Thames swamps, Shard tries to hold up his usual proud march. His eyelids drooping down and a yawn slips through his lips. "Blegh, that was an entirely awful experience...At the very least it did provide some rather useful insight about the world and the combat system. I only wished that it didn't have to end as unfruitful as it did", Shard sighs to himself. "All that's left now is to just go back to the bookstore and sleep in the back."  Shard continues walking down to the city's station. Taking a survey of the scene, he notices two women over by his left. It seems like a rather ugly scene to him, as one of the women looked as if she was about ready to dice up the other, who seemed to be carrying an instrument or an odd looking club. "Egh, I want to avoid this, but going past them is the quickest way to the station. Ah. I know."  Taking out the grimoire and flipping through its pages, he pretends to read through the mystical texts. Shard tries to push past the two girls trying to avoid their attention.

(Word Count: 202)

[ Avalon Carmina Mortea ]

[Avalon]

tagged: Scharden Freuden Carmina Mortea words: 478[x1.25%]=597.5 armor: ouroboros [32] weapon: archangel [40] notes: --

The more she walked along the cobble filled stone walkway to approach the woman, the more she regretted choosing to do so. Avalon was only concerned but the woman was cursing like there was no tomorrow though she was fairly impressed that she knew a variety of curse words and used it well. In the corner of her eye, she noticed some older women narrowing their wary eyes and not so subtly whispering about the woman saying that she was mental or crazy. If she was had to perfectly honest, she thought that as well about her. Still, there had to be some underlying reason that caused such antics. Maybe something bad occurred recently and she was just releasing her anger in the only way she knew how. That could be the case. Maybe. Or maybe she just was crazy. In any case, she had already made her decision to check if she was okay. For a moment, her eyes widened as she saw something she did not expect the young woman to be wearing. A panda head mask. She thought pandas were very adorable though the mask looked quite odd especially since she was sure that the young woman was a beauty. Her ebony wavy hair flowed gracefully down her shoulders like a twisting river flow. Her leather armor seemed to melt into her curves the would cause even a passerby to take a second look at the runway model look alike. Avalon felt slightly envious toward the young woman for her slim yet voluptuous figure that seemed to extenuate her even more. Avalon only had a slender built body with the average curves a teenager would have on them. It could be a good thing though since being an assassin required being nimble on your feet as hit and run tactics were her go to strategy. In that case, she didn't need to be envious and that feeling swiftly washed away with the fleeting winds. The panda masked young woman pointed her finger at her tenor saxophone and inquired what her instrument was. Avalon was almost taken aback by the curiosity the woman displayed since how could she not know what it was? This was a timeless melodious instrument that had a long history of influencing the evolution of music styles. Still, there was a rare chance that she wasn't enough exposed to the world of music so she couldn't put it past her. "This thing?" she chirped up with a smile and continued cheerily, "This is my tenor saxophone, an instrument," with a radiant glow of pride. Avalon gave her a steady glance of curiosity wondering if she should give her an exhibition of how it sounded. "Do you want to listen to how it sounds?" she started as she lifted up her saxophone. She unexpectedly was hit on the shoulder, "Ahh--ow," as she winced.

[Carmina Mortea]

Carmina mentally pulled herself back and returned back to her normal silent self. "Stupid, stupid." She thought to herself, "Reel it back in, this girl might be nice, but I still don't know what she wants...could she be the one?" She looked closer at the young girl and deduced that she must be at least a few years younger than herself, going by her appearance. Underneath the mask, Carmina's eyes narrowed as the thought that the girl she just met could have been the one that brought her here, and could have taken her memories. "Is she really the one? I mean, now that I look at her and then me...? But... Hmm..." Carmina frowns as she tries to make sense of this girl.

"This is my tenor saxophone, an instrument. Do you want to listen to how it sounds?", the young girl spoke aloud. 

As she watched the young lady's face light up with pride and her thought vanished instantly at the prospect of hearing what noise it would make. Carmina clasps her hands and nods vigorously, as well as, excitedly. Her eyes refocused back on the woman's musical instrument, but was ripped back out of that particular trance when she heard a noise. Looking up again, Carmina saw her friend get hit in the shoulder. Her eyes flashed angrily as she looked for the culprit.


(Word Count: 228)

[ Avalon  Scharden Freuden ]