In the Beginning [OPEN]

[LuLu]

Her eyes were a blur as the bright light shot her threw space and time. She closed them tightly, her gut wretched at the feeling of being swooped into nothingness. What was happening to her? She couldn't feel her body, couldn't think of anything. It was as if she were dying. Could it be? Was that what was happening to her? She couldn't die yet! It was impossible! She was far too young, far to inexperienced in the world that she lived. Her fans, her mother, what would become of them if she died? She could see nothing, hear nothing and feel nothing, yet she could do it all at once. The whole thing confused her. What was going on? She had been playing a game, yes, that's right. She had made her character in the popular game Elder Tale and when she was finished, when she hit connect, she was suddenly thrown into, well, she couldn't quite place her finger on what exactly she had been thrown into, but it was something, or nothing. What was happening to her?

Soon, she felt her feet become planted, but the light was still blinding her. She bite her lip, trying the wrap her head around what had become of her and she lifted her hand up to shelter her eyes from the blinding light. She could move again. Slowly, she began to open her eyes. She could hear screaming, people panicking. People. So she wasn't alone? Could that mean she wasn't dead? She took in a deep breath as her eyes began to fully adjust to the light. She was standing in a town. No, wait, it wasn't just any town, no. "This can't be.." She let her eyes search the area surrounding her. There were markets set up along the row. There were people fighting, pure chaos taking over the surroundings she had begun to take in. She bi down on her lip harder, nerves racking her brain, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. "Londinium.. Oh my G-" She cute herself off, shaking her head. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be.. It was just a game, so what, why was she looking at the main town in the world of her game. She shook her head again, blinking rapidly. She moved her hand up, up, up to the sky, staring at it. She shifted her eyes back down to the ground. The market people were terrified by the others. Could those people be the Lander's from the game? She cleared her throat and licked her lips. She felt so real, this felt so, real.. And then a strong wind picked up.

As her pink hair flew around her face, her eyes widened. Pink.. Hair. Her character, she had chosen pink hair. She darted her eyes left and right, looking behind her. Finally, she spotted a fountain. She picked up her feet and bounded towards it, dropping to her knees as she looked into the pool of water. "What?" She looked down at bright blue eyes, stared into them as if they were her own, but different. Her pink hair flowing smoothly around her face. That's right. She had chosen features that matched her own, with the changed of blue eyes and pink hair. She felt herself swallow hard as she lowered her hand to the water, running her hand over her face and watching as it faded in the ripples. She shook her head with a confused sigh and stood. That was it. She needed to figure out what the hell was happening here. She stood straight up as she walked, feeling her body sway from side to side as she searched for other people, other adventurers as they were called in game. It was so strange to feel as though you were real in a game. It was an experience she never would have even thought for a second about experiencing. Sure, she watched anime's about being sucked into a game world, but she had never pictured herself as one of those people. How did they cope? She tried to think about it, but all she could seem to think about was how she needed to figure out what was going on and she needed to figure it out now.

She had a life back home. What would happen to it? Her mind raced with possibilities. Could she really have died? Was her soul now connected to this strange land? If so, what would happen to her body? How would she take care of her mother? How would she perform? Could she even perform? Was she just no longer existent in the world? How many people had their lives ruined because of what was happening here? She could feel her temper rising. She just wanted answers. But how could she find them? If she didn't know what was going on, then who would? Would the Lander's know? She clenched her teeth, her fists curling as she did. She was suddenly enraged by her thoughts. She was in a game now.. so, what was going to happen next? She needed to find out what had happened. She needed to find someone who knew the answers.. Little did she know, her journey would be a pointless one, as know one truly could know what the answers were, unless the creators were lingering. Had they known this would happen? "This is too freaky for me.." She opened her interface, her finger scrolling past equipment and inventory and skills, until she reached the- "What the hell?" She shook her head staring down at the log out button. "I- I was sure it was here!" There wasn't one. It the other game, it had been the last button on the list, but where there should have been a log out button, there was nothing but an empty spacing. "You have got to be kidding me!" She shook her head and closed her inventory. She skimmed the land again. She needed to find someone, anyone! She wanted out, now!

Word Count: 1008

[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 1088

Tags: LuLu

HP:

100%

MP:

100%

Target:

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Target Information:

The day was young, and the Assassin who returned to Londinium’s walls was quite satisfied with his first day in this new world. Now, he would not publicly share why he was so content with it, but his hardened eyes were probably enough to tell his story. His two daggers dangled on his hips, their rusty edges already used and hidden within the holsters they rested in. His clothes were slightly tarnished because of flames hitting his arms and upper body, and his experience bar was much higher than the ordinary low leveled player. Yes, Ripper had already had his first taste of combat and he also had also added a few names to his list; four of them. It was a good start for the Assassin, and he was quite content with the results. It was a good hunt and a good test of his ability. In reality, hunting was far more difficult. Here, in the world of Elder Tale, it was far easier to get away with it.

In reality, Ripper needed to worry about cleaning up after himself, had to leave no traces of his activities, had to come up with an alibi, and had to be extremely cautious during his hunts. There could be no witnesses, no accomplices, and no faults. Everything needed to be perfect. Ripper had to perform his hunts to a certain standard which would allow him to avoid being caught, and it was not easy. Timing was everything, and Ripper needed to have the correct tools on hand as well. They had to be quiet and effective, and easy for him to use but not lousy enough to leave behind signs of his presence. In the game, things were different. As he had just discovered, everything vanishes when there is death. There are no left over splatters or traces of life. When a monster is killed in combat, everything vanishes except for a few items. These items can all be picked up. Damage to the world is quickly fixed by the game itself and ultimately, after a few minutes, there are no signs of a battle. For Ripper, this was the perfect hunting grounds… Why?

Because every player he strode passed was a target. Every single one of the wretched plebeians did not deserve the life they had. Not only that but just the sight of their smiling faces, the sounds of their laughs, and the scents of them just living made his stomach churn and his skin crawl. He hated them, every single living human being he saw he wished to slaughter. He wanted to cut their throats, peel off their skin, and chop off their limbs. He wished to hear their blood curdling cries for help, their pleas for him to stop, and he wanted to hear them pray to their worthless Gods. Yes, Ripper wanted them all to perish. He wanted that wolfhair to die by the blade he held over his shoulds, that pathetic Half Alv to choke on her sandwich like a pathetic wench, that stupid looking Elf to have his ears ripped out of his skull and shoved into his eye sockets, and he wanted that damned Dwarf to be thrown off a cliff into a mountain range of spikes and the raging ocean.

As Ripper walked through the streets of Londinium, his hands slowly ticked by his sides and his flat face provided a “bland-person” cover of the true demon which lay beneath, keeping anyone from questioning who he was. It was a well-performed façade, as no one walked up or asking for Ripper’s attention. He was able to enter Londinium and made his way to the Cathedral. However when he reached it, he did not enter it. Instead, Ripper leaned against a building, hiding himself inside of an alley way. His black and red-tipped fox tail swished behind him lightly, he was getting the hang of that stupid appendage. From there, he listened. Silent and still, the Assassin listened as four upset players appeared from inside the church. They were a strange band of players, but they were all frightened and upset. They ranted about being killed by another player, and two of the girls held onto each other closely as they walked. Ripper grinned and watched as the four staggered away from the respawn point.

“How amusing…” So it was true… Adventurers respawned. Ripper would have to be careful now it seemed. He could feast on the weak souls, but they could end up coming back to haunt him. With that being the case, Ripper would have to move about very quietly and research his targets thoroughly before attacking them foolishly. Pissing off a very good blacksmith or a tailor could leave him without equipment.

Once the four players were out of sight, Ripper vanished. He headed West and out towards the outskirts of the city. With his first encounter with fellow players finished and his first question answered, Ripper needed to get his own bearings. He needed to calm his mind and gather together some additional information. He had to figure out how the game worked, how to survive in it, and how he could become stronger. Killing boars with that party from before had caused his level to grow, but it wasn’t enough. Ripper needed more strength, more power, and he needed it fast. He had to become strong enough so that he could eradicate the filthy excuse for life that was known as “Humanity”. Pathetic beings… Just the name made his teeth clench.

After a short bit of traveling, Ripper walked down a small road and found himself in a slightly quieter district of Londinium. There, he sighted a small fountain. It sprayed out fresh water and filled a little pool around its base. There was also a woman standing beside it, but he paid her no mind. She seemed to lost in her own for him to bother with her. So, without a word, the Assassin walked up to the fountain and knelt down beside it. He cupped his hands into the water and scooped some of it up into his palms. Once there was enough, he lifted his hands to his lips and drank. The water was cool, fresh, and tasted like some kind of natural purifier. It made him sigh, but he kept drinking until he was satisfied. He didn’t like the sight of such a bright example of natural order, but he dealt with it. It was free anyways. He wouldn’t argue with that.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[saproth]

“I MUST BE DREAMING!” Jace screamed on the top of his lungs. He had lucid dreams before but not this vivid, but since the last thing he could remember was logging into a game he had enjoyed playing many times, he was more than sure he was in another lucid dream again. “Now, FLY!”

He started to flap his arms as if he had wings. It was always like this, when he realized he was dreaming. Usually, the first thing he did in dreams like this was fly and find his wife back in his home country. Jace had just taken work in London as a Secretary and had to leave his family, where this game was his only escape from life’s troubles.

Jace kept waving his arms but nothing was happening. He then tried to wake up. Usually when he tried to wake up from lucid dreams, he find himself in sleep paralysis and would end up having to go back to sleep to snap out of it... but this dream was getting too weird for comfort and sleep paralysis wasn’t really that bad, as long as he didn’t panic...

Jace tried biting himself, pinching himself, and kicking the floor he stood on just to nudge himself awake, but to no avail... Then, he realized where he was... looking around him, he recognized where he was. “Damn... this dream is wacked... am I in Londinium!?” He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Then he started to inspect himself. “Im my character... Im my freaking character!?” He looked at his hands and his cloths. Saproth was starting to slightly panic.

As he looked around, he saw others ‘in character’ starting to act strangely themselves, as if they were fish out of water. “Water!” He then thought to himself, “I need a drink!” He stumbled as he tried to put one foot in front of another. He wondered around until he found a fountain.

Not even paying attention to the others around the fountain, Jace half dove his head into the water to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. As he pulled his head out, he started to cry. “This is real!” He started to panic.


WC: 362

[LuLu]

Lillian took in a deep breath. Her daring blue eyes shifted back and forth, looking for some way to figure out what the hell was happening here. She turned back to the fountain, spotting a man there. Well, he was a man, with ears, and a tail. Must have been the fox tail class or something. She smirked slightly as she thought about touching his ears. She was very curious about them, but she decided against it. She took a few steps to him and put her hands on her hips, bending down slightly to get on his level. He was cute, in a dangerous looking sort of way, but she supposed that she wasn't the safest person to be around either. "Well, hey there," Her eyes darted upwards as she saw with a glimpse of her eyes that a bar had appeared. Ripper. She felt her head tilt slightly at the name, wondering whether she should be talking to the man or not. With a name like Ripper and the class of assassin, he was sure to be some kind of crazy, but she let her 'better' judgement get to her. She looked back down and gave him her best, star winning smile as she spoke. "You don't happen to know what the hell is going on here do you?" Her voice was slightly stern, but voiced her concern for her current situation. She kept up her smile, even though it didn't match her tone of voice and patiently waited for the man to speak.

She stood up then as she saw someone else coming to the fountain. She let out a long sigh, her chest raising as she watched him dunk his head into the fountain, and suddenly, SPLASH! She looked down at her top, her eyebrows raising as she widened her eyes in the direction of the other man. Her eyes twitched slightly as she looked down at herself and realized that she was soaking wet. Another cringe and she was getting her trident ready. "I.. will.. kill you for that!" Her voice came as a growl and she tightened her grip around it as she stalked slowly towards the man, holding the trident above his head. As she heard his words, she felt her teeth clench. So, she wasn't the only one in a panic, but even still, her clothes!! "Don't you know who I am?!" No, of course not Lillian, you aren't the Lulu of your world, your LuLu of this one now. Even with that logic in her brain, she breathed heavily, her trident still held above her head, ready to strike at any moment. If there was one thing that every one should know about the girl, was that she had a man sized temper, fed from years of being a pop Idol and that she usually never backed down when it came to someone bashing her, or doing really anything to her.

Back in the real world, you could talk to her, sure, but if she didn't answer, she didn't want to speak. If you continued to speak to her, one of two things would happen. If she was in a good mood, she would get up and walk away, but if she was pushed too far, she would attack. Literally pick herself up, yell and then flying squirrel attack. She was ruled by her mother, taught to be an idol and because of her dark past, she honed the skills of street fighting, and not just the game. She would literally go underground in disguise and fight people. That side of her was hidden, but her tantrums would get so bad that she would just fight anyone who was near, or try to before security could get at her and they usually did. They watched her like crows circling a fresh corpse, ready to pounce at any moment. Really, she should have been a gang leader or at the very least a rock punker, but no. She was the pop star idol of the century?! The world was a strange, cruel, dark place and it had brought about a careless girl to be it's star and now she was in another strange, cruel and probably darker world, where no one knew who she was... She thought then that perhaps, perhaps she could try to be someone different, someone who she longed to be, instead of the person she was forced to be, born to be, but she never lowered the trident.

Word Count: 750
Tags: Ripper, saproth

[saproth]

With the tears concealed by the water rushing from his hair to his face as he lifted his head out from drenching it in the fountain, Jace started to tremble as he kept on his knees facing his reflection. “I’m either dreaming... or simply going crazy...”

Drowned out probably by the water still in his ears, Jace failed to hear the ranting of a woman trying to call his attention for her wet dress. Putting his pinkies in his ears to clear them out, Jace finally heard her, but was only able to catch the end of her sentence, which didn’t really make much sense without context. “What?” He could only utter out the word as hes mind was still pre-occupied about his own dire situation.

WC=125

[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 901

Tags: LuLu saproth

HP:

100%

MP:

100%

Target:

---

Target Information:

The lovely tasting water which he couldn’t slurp into his mouth dripped down his lips, ran over his chin, and then returned to the water fountain’s walls. His eyes closed as he took in each drink, and his mind cleared. Indeed, he was no longer in the world he had been in before. This was no dream. This was not some kind of virtual reality either. This was his new reality. The feeling of the water running down his neck and over his face made him quite aware of his new position, and he was content. Killing those other players from before was one thing, it showed that his killing intent was still quite alive, but the water gave him even more proof. He was not asleep. He was very, very much awake. And as his eyes opened and he peered into his own reflection, at the shimmering blue eyes and his stubborn face he was born with, Ripper smirked. A new life. Perfect.

Though, as his mind was picking through the realization of the truth and as he was getting comfortable, he was rudely interrupted by the wench he had seen before. She approached him and he could see her reflection in the water as she leaned down to him. Ripper’s teeth grit together and he glanced at the image of her in the water, but he didn’t look over at her. Instead, he cupped water in his hands again and quietly brought it to his face. The female greeted him, and his red tail whisked sharply. His ears twitched and then Ripper washed his face, cleaning off the slight bit of grogginess which lingered there. The fight earlier had tired him out a little. When he reopened his eyes, he put on his mask and looked up towards the woman with a soft smile on his face. She had no idea where she was, but he did. However…

“No. No I don’t miss. I’m sorry. I thought that a bit of water would help but it seems that it didn’t.” How stupid. The woman most likely had a display in front of her and could most likely see his information as well. She was in a game, where else would she be? He scoffed inside and his blood boiled. Ripper wanted to shove the foolish woman’s face into the fountain and drown her, but he wouldn’t do that. There was most likely some kind of system set to protect players in the safe zones like Londinium. Ripper wished he could shut it off.

Then, if one idiot wasn’t bad, a screaming lunatic showed his face and barreled into the opposite side of the fountain. He shoved his face under the liquid surface and splashed a lot of it up into the air. Ripper, already partially in tune with his new body, swiftly pushed away and shifted back. He made quite a bit of space between himself and the other two players, using the water as an excuse to distance himself. Once he was far enough, he adjusted his clothes and his knives. The man wiped the water off his face and rumbled in his throat, quietly. The urge to drown another person was barely suppressed. Though, the woman did his share and started shouting at the other man; who had now begun to cry. What a baby. He was another pathetic excuse for a human being. Ripper was surrounded by these rats, how lovely.

The Assassin tucked his hands into his pants and remained quiet, observing the other two as he withheld the information he had. They weren’t worth his breath, and he had to move along. Ripper needed to find a place to eat. His stomach was starting to empty and the gold he had on hand was enough for him to get food for a few days and buy a room for a couple nights, but nothing more than that. Daylight was still in good supply, which meant he had a good chance of going back into the fields too. It wouldn’t hurt to do some more leveling. But, maybe he could get another kill under his belt… Maybe…

“Now now, Miss.” Ripper said aloud and made his way back towards the fountain. His voice was loud, but controlled. His smile had passed and was replaced with a flat line.

“Attacking someone in a Safe Zone? Not exactly a bright idea if you ask me.” Without much fear for the woman Ripper placed his hand on top of hers, which held onto a trident. It was a strange weapon to choose for a beginning one, but it looked effective enough as a spear of sorts. Its condition was horrid, however. The man squeezed the woman’s hand softly and pushed down, coercing her to lower the weapon.

“Although…” As he tried to get the female to lower he spear, the eyes of the Assassin drifted to the other player; the fool who had got himself into the situation because of his lack of special awareness.

“…You should probably apologize before she drags you outside of the city’s walls.” An apology for wetting a woman’s breasts would be futile, but it would hopefully quell the situation. If not, Ripper had got what he wanted anyways. The woman he was close to had a weak weapon and he could see its faults very clearly by being so close to her…

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[LuLu]

The Darker of Two Evils

Of course, of course no one would know what was happening. They were all randomly sucked into the world of a video game, yes, a video game. She could barely stand the thought of it! What did the creators, or who ever caused this madness think? Did they think she didn't have a life? Didn't have a job to do, fans to please? Cruel. This had to be some sort of strange, cruel joke. She pursed her lips and let out a hiss at the man before her. Handsome as he may have been, she hated the fact that she couldn't log out of a game and hated that he didn't know what was happening. "If I had known I was gunna be tossed into some fantasy Elder Tale world I wouldn't have ever clicked create. The first one wasn't like this at all. God Damn It!" She had to stop talking. Every second of her realization that she may never get out was causing her temper to begin to spike. And did he just call her Miss?! No matter, soon her thoughts wouldn't be on him anyways.

The trident was held up above her head, the druid now looking up at her. Ugh, she was so angry! She wanted to slaughter the poor druid soul without a thought. Her eyes would have burned a hole through his skull if they could. It wasn't anything personal, she was just really, really angry. -I warned you, she has a temper... Not anything like Ripper's crazy antics though >.>- Her breath was heavy and she was just about to strike, when she was stopped. A moment more and the Guards would have shown up anyways to tell her to cease and desist her violent acts, but it was a soft touch of the guy from before that made her stop. She swallowed hard and lowered her trident, still glaring at the guy bent below her. She blew out a breath and shook her head. "It's not worth it anyways.." She put her trident away and took a step away from Ripper and the druid, seeing his name. Saproth. Attacking a druid of all class, yup, that would be a smart move. Then the words that Ripper spoke replayed through her head, as if her temper wanted refueling and as she put her weapon away, her glare turned to him.

"What the hell is with that Miss nonsense?! Do I look like an old lady to you?! I'm only eighteen! And what are you? Nineteen? Twenty?" She hissed at him again and narrowed her eyes on him. She clenched her teeth, enraged by his actions, though he had stood up for her. Even still, the chaos in her mind sent her mind wailing fists in all directions and she spoke again, her voice harsh. "And what the hell is with that name anyways? Who the hell are you?! Jack the F'in Ripper?! Come on!" -Yeah, she actually swore, but I can't bring it to myself to actually swear.. so there you have it >.>- Her breath was heavy and her chest rose and fell with angry thoughts. She had no clue who she was dealing with, had no clue how true that name really was, but how was she supposed to know other wise. How was she supposed to know that the Assassin, Ripper, really was the Jack the Ripper of his time? How was she supposed to know that she was dealing with a real serial killer? If she had known the things he had done, she would have thought that what she had done was nothing in comparison, a mere walk in the park. She would have thought twice about saying those things to him and definitely would have thought twice about standing there, waiting for him to speak, to rebut her words to him.

She should have just grabbed the druid and left that spot, left the assassin behind, saved herself and Saproth. But she didn't know any better. She didn't know what the man before her was capable of. He was too good of a liar for her to see him as a deadly killer and though she would never admit to it, she sometimes trusted to easily. Her mother had often told her that she was addicted to bad boys, though she had never actually had a boyfriend. She charmed them, made them buy her things and then left them. She was a bad person herself, but nothing in comparison to what he was, no where close to the evil that lived inside of the bright blue eyes and the handsome face, if that was even his real face to begin with. She scoffed, wanting to push his limits, wanting him to fight back and she didn't even know why any more.

Words :: 802
Tags :: Ripper, saproth
Skills Used :: [-----]
- Notes -
Sorry for dragging you into such a scene Saproth, really, nothing against you, just two bad characters XD I won't be offended if you want to leave before it gets too dark...

Decorated By KittyGrey<3

[saproth]

Jace took a long look at the lady that was just scolding him for something or other, but then fell eerily silent as she gazed at another man behind them. He wasn’t sure what to make of it but the man behind him seemed to be emitting an aura of death with him that Jace couldn’t quite put a finger on and dismissed it as quickly as he sensed it.

Jace wiped his face with his palm to remove the excess water, still wet, but at least he could see through the droplets. Looking back at the man, then the lady, then the man again... Jace finally uttered, “Im glad to see, at least, people in here are at least acquainted?” Jace started to find relief that there was some degree of sanity in this crazy world.

WC=137

Tags: LuLu Ripper

[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 1069

Tags: LuLu saproth

HP:

100%

MP:

100%

Target:

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Target Information:

The woman provided a retort which was laughable, and Ripper held back the urge to smother her with sarcasm. The stupid wench, of course she wouldn’t have clicked create. If she had the poor attitude she had now, then Ripper could only assume that she had an enjoyable life on the other side, in her real life. Ripper did too but his life mainly circled around putting the weak out of their misery, which he could do in both realities so this new place wasn’t exactly bad, per say. Then again, maybe she was just one of those women who never seemed to get off their “time of the month” and was just a complete rotten tomato all day every day. He had seen both types of women, and they both made him seethe. This one, however, seemed just to be a dense ball of stupid. If people knew that joining the game would have got them locked into another world, only the most hardcore players would have done so. People like her hit create willingly? Hah! She probably couldn’t survive on her own if someone gave her instructions and handed her food.

But, as he nearly burst and slit the woman’s throat where she stood, he was reminded of his location; he was in a safe zone. So he kept his cool. The man breathed softly, slowly, and simply stared at the woman as she rambled off her issues. Ultimately though, the trident she held lowered. He cared little for her problems and how upset she was about being in the game. She was the lowest concern of his at the moment. Hell, the pebbles beside her feet meant more to the Assassin than her puny soul. She even considered killing the Druid worthless; Ripper almost burst into laughter. It wasn’t the act which would be worthless, oh no. It was the being themselves! Yes, killing the Druid would be so satisfying… To watch him struggle as his oxygen was robbed from him by the liquid he had just used to awaken himself, to watch his blood leak out of a fresh wound or become forcefully infected and ultimately cause his slow, painful death… That would be much worth Ripper’s while.

“Two more runts in my way…” Ripper thought to himself as the woman separated herself from him, making him internally rumble. He wanted to remain close to at least get a better feel for her armor and protection, but he had got enough out of her trident. Everything else was publicly available anyways. Ripper could see her class, her level, her race, gender, and her “status” or health and mana statuses. The rest was just optional. The same went for the weak male down who remained down on the ground, which was beginning to annoy him.

The woman continued to ramble, but Ripper started to tune her out for the most part. Her anger issues reminded him of a nagging old bat who had nothing else to do with her life by yell at school children playing hopscotch. She was a pest, but he currently had the issue of unusable rat poison. It was annoying. So, he put his back to her and walked over to the Druid. He stared down at the man, reached out, and then grabbed onto the other player’s torso. With a hard tug, the Assassin yanked the other player up onto his feet, or at least up into the air. Whether he was on his own feet or not was up to him, as Ripper let go once the Druid was high enough off the ground.

“Get off the ground or someone much more frightening than an angry woman with a sharpened stick may show up.” Ripper muttered towards the Druid, speaking just loud enough for his voice to project over the howling bird behind him. Though, once he was off his feet, Ripper finally turned back towards the woman and stared at her; he was quite bored now. She finally finished speaking and seemed to be done, but Ripper gave her a few extra seconds to make sure she indeed was finished with her angry rant. The Druid chimed in as well, and his few words were just as obnoxious. He shouldn’t have even opened his mouth. Ripper shook his head a little at the two hooligans and decided it would be best to either leave or potentially attempt to reason with one of the two players. The former seemed the best decision, as the latter would require him to lose several brain cells. And so, he looked beyond the pink haired woman and towards the outskirts; he might as well go hunting.

Ripper patted off his jacket, adjusted his blades on his waist and took one last look at the water fountain. He marked it in his mind as a landmark of sorts and could use it as a point of orientation later. With that, he walked towards the pink haired Bard woman, or more precisely to her right. Just as he passed her, the man patted her on the shoulder and paused, shooting her a hard glare. She was on his list but if he wouldn’t get her today, it would be later. Someday soon, he would pay her back for her mistake; she opened her mouth.

“The word Miss is used to describe a young, beautiful woman.” His hand clamped down for just a moment before Ripper released the woman and proceeded to walk away. His hands lowered to his waist and the Assassin headed towards the edge of Londinium. After taking a few paces, he spoke up again.

“Welcome to the world of Elder Tale. I’ll see you both again soon.” Ripper didn’t look back towards the two players and waved his right hand lightly, almost as if it was a wasted motion in the first place. Then, he opened his menu and a small message box. Inside of it, he left the two names he had gathered as well as several snippets of information. Saproth was a Druid, and quite absentminded. LuLu was a bard, wielded a weak trident, and looked to have little combat experience. She was hot headed and easy to manipulate with a coercive hand. When he was finished, Ripper waved the menu away and let out a huff. Not even a day into his new life and he already was busy. Fantastic.

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[LuLu]

The Darker of Two Evils

She just couldn't keep her mouth shut, could she? Lillian needed to learn when to speak and what to say, or else things like this would keep happening to her. Though she didn't know it, she was a target for murder. She stared down the Druid as he spoke again, her eyes twitching. She wasn't an acquaintance with either men, the sentence nearly made her break out in laughter. She didn't want friends, she hated other people, though she would find out sooner rather than later that she needed allies on her side, if only for fights that couldn't be fought on a solo level. She licked her lips, having the growing urge to punch the druid in the face, but she instead to a long, relaxing breath, easing her anger, pushing it down into her chest as she did with all other things. Then there was the other man, he was staring. She darted her eyes to his face and narrowed them. 'What the hell is he staring at anyways...' She wanted to yell at him, to punch him in the face too, but she couldn't let her anger get the best of her. She had seen how the druid had reacted upon looking at him, as if sensing something dark or something worse. It had been only for a quick moment, but her body and mind told her to run, turn and run far away from him and never see him again.

As the assassin put his hand on her shoulder, touching her once again, she clenched her teeth hard but as she heard what he said, her eyes widened slightly, feeling his grip harden on her shoulder. She swallowed hard as she felt his grip fail and turned her head slightly to watch him walk away. Her peripheral vision caught him opening his interface, keeping it open and then closing it again. It was suspicious, very, very suspicious of him. She didn't understand it, but she shivered as he told her that he would see them both soon. "What's with that guy anyways..." The thought was more for herself than anyone even though she had said it out loud. She felt her throat close up and she shook her head, turning her gaze towards Saproth, the druid man she had yelled at. Even though she still wanted to punch him, raise her trident again, it was merely just her anger issues rising again. She would make amends, if only for the moment, if only to get her mind off of what darkness lurked in Ripper. "When you dove your head in the fountain, you got me wet. You owe me an apology." She narrowed her eyes on him again, waiting for his apology. If he didn't, she might very well have dragged him into the outer parts of the city walls and gave him a true piece of her mind.  

With the thought, Lillian felt her gaze shift to where the assassin once stood, something lingering behind. She felt fear wiggle it's way up her spine. She felt fear of leaving the city suddenly. 'Come on, just apologize.. I don't want to leave the city.. not yet..' Ripper had headed towards the gates. She couldn't know for sure, but she felt as though he was waiting. Lingering there for potential victims. At any other point, she would have laughed that thought off, but there was something about his calmness and the lingering feeling he left in the air. She wasn't superhuman, or one of the classes the could smell people's emotions, but she could feel death around him. Feel it lingering in his soul. It did for her too, but his was different, his was, enjoyed. She mentally shook her head and just about laughed at the thought. 'Yeah, sure. I just met the serial killer of the century, probably! Come on Lillian! Get your head together! You're better than this shit..' She nodded and continued to watch the druid. She couldn't think about it, not now. She would contemplate it on her own time, when she wasn't around other people. For now, she needed to focus on getting her apology.

Words :: 692
Tags :: Ripper, saproth
Skills Used :: [-----]
- Notes -
Well then, the waiting begins XD

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[saproth]

Calmly, the lady explained to Jace what he had done against her and demanded an apology. Between the man and the lady however, Jace noticed a floating man in silver armor phasing in and out of reality hovering over them. Jace wasn’t sure if he was seeing a ghost that was some part of the game, or that it was part of him loosing his mind.

“Im sorry!” Jace wasn’t a hundred percent sure what he was apologizing for, but it was only Jace’s instinctive nature to apologize for breathing. “Im so relieved that you guys are even talking to me... I hope you two know more about what’s happening...”

But instead of him getting a polite reply as he tried to spark a conversation with them, they seem to get more occupied with each other than his query.

Jace then tried to get on his feet while he felt weakness in his knees. “Is there something else between you? Is there a problem?” Jace was hesitant to ask.

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[LuLu]

The Darker of Two Evils

She was officially surrounded by lunatics. She shook her head at the druid and waved her hands. She had waited until he was completely finished bombarding her with questions, something she found to be quite annoying, but she would answer him anyways. Now that he had apologized, the least she could do was tell him what she knew, which was nothing and clear up his insinuation that something, um.. more? was happening between herself and Jack the Ripper. She felt rather offended by the insinuation, as she had just arrived here, clearly he had as well, so how would she even know anyone, unless he thought that maybe they had known eachother outside of the game. Nope. She didn't have friends. "What? No! I just met that guy!" She pointed in the direction that Ripper had left in. Had Saproth been so distracted with, whatever was going on in that strange brain of his to realize that he had left them standing in the street? She didn't understand the male species and she felt even more confused at the wide gap between the two players that she had been forced to deal with. One was Ripper, the calm, cool guy, good looking with his dark hair and blue eyes, but intense and definitely hiding something. It had seemed like he wanted her to drag Saproth out to the other side of the gates, seemed like he had wanted her to end the druid. She couldn't know for sure, but it had seemed that her decision not to, had pissed him off. What was with him.. He had walked away, deciding to go off on his own and she followed her intuition, which had screamed not to go after him.

She wondered what it was about that guy anyways. Had her nickname been true? Was he some sort of rapid serial killer. She would have burst out in laughter had she not been standing in front of the other guy. Unlike Ripper, this guy seemed, uh, nice. Crazy, out of sorts, sort of a cry baby and more enthusiastic than she had energy for, but an over all, probably, decent guy. They were literally polar opposites and she still couldn't believe that she had survived standing between the two as their personalities clashed, with her right in the middle. Not that she wasn't any less crazy and out of sorts, but still, she felt more normal than either of the two players. Thinking of it gave her a sudden headache and she put her hand to her forehead, her thumb on one temple, index finger stretched to the other and began to rub them. "As for what's going on here, I know about as much as you do. We're stuck in a game world. That's it. That's all I know and if you can find anyone who knows more, I would be surprised. Welcome to your new life, Bud." She took her hand down and looked at him, contemplating what her next move would be. She looked behind her, looking after the man who had been there moments before, but then turned back. "I don't know what else to tell you.."

Words :: 530
Tags :: saproth
Skills Used :: [-----]
- Notes -
Ripper has left us Sap

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[saproth]

Jace was surprised about how calm the lady was explaining their situation, welcoming him in this new reality, “How can you be so calm?” Jace could only utter his words of amazement and fear, “Don’t you know the implications of what you’ve just said?”

The woman only looked at him pathetically and rolled her eyes at her as if she had a hold of the situation. “I mean...” Jace added, “What about our previous lives... I have a wife and family to feed!”

Jace looked around the world, “This cant be actually happening? I mean... Im a student of literature, I am a well versed with all popular fiction... Ive read about people falling into dreams and somewhat, but that’s all FICTION!” Jace was getting frustrated, “Impossible! Are you telling me I can wave my hand and a tree would suddenly pop out of the ground?” He referred to himself being a druid.

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[LuLu]

The Darker of Two Evils

All she could do was shrug. Literally. The pop star who thought she knew what the world was made of could only shrug off the words that Saproth was saying to her. How the hell was she supposed to know? She was stuck in the exact same situation as he was. It was as if she should have all of the answers. For a know it all, she had none. She couldn't grasp the concept of what was going on, she couldn't understand any of the situation they were being put through, in fact, she had acted in some ways that he was acting.. No wonder that Ripper guy seemed to hate her. What did she care though? It wasn't like she could change what was happening around them.. "If you think I am calm, you are truly mistaken. I'm a wrack of nerves just like everyone else. Guess I'm just better at hiding it." She sighed and put her hand back to her forehead.

His next question. Oh how she wanted to know the same thing.. "Yeah, I sure as hell would like to know too. I have a career changing show on the weekend that I need to be my best for.. hah! Guess that isn't happening.." She let out another breath of air, annoyed at the questions, at the way he spoke to her like she should have all of the answers. She couldn't stand it, couldn't stand any of it. This Elder Tale, it was the same as the other, well, the same but severely different. At his last set of words, she groan, literally groaned and smacked her forehead. She was feeling more and more irritated by the minute. She wished the guy would just shut up, but of course, he kept on and on. Finally when he stopped, she looked him right in the eyes as she spoke, her voice showing the temper rising slowly within her. "You're a F'in druid so I bet that's completely possible! I'm going to say this once and I want you to listen very, VERY carefully. I didn't create this piece of shit world, I didn't toss all of these people in here and I certainly am not calm! Stop asking me questions! I told you, I don't know anything! If you're so desperate for answers, go bother someone else, or I really am going to drag you right out of here and end your pitiful life!"

She didn't realize how sharp she had been, but she really wasn't calm, she was freaking out and all she could do was take it out on someone else. It was in her nature and she couldn't help it. Her mother had programmed her to be as she was, much like all other children. Though she thought of herself as such, she wasn't completely heartless. She felt a pang of guilt, yelling at the poor druid lad, hearing the words wife, and child repeat in her head after she stopped yelling, but what could she do for them? She couldn't even do anything for herself. She hated being helpless. She hated being so damned useless. She had never felt like she was feeling, had never felt so low and so pitiful, so weak. She licked her lips, her gaze to the ground and sighed heavily. "Listen, I'm- I'm sorry, I just, I don't know what you want to know. You just have to deal with it. Forget about your wife and your family cause you're probably never going to see them again." Okay, maybe she truly was as heartless as she thought she was. "Or find a way out of here. That's about as much as I have to say.." She clenched her teeth and looked around. She felt so damned annoyed with this place. She wanted to kill something, desperately.

Words :: 640
Tags :: saproth
Skills Used :: [-----]
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[saproth]

"Without better evidence," Jace sighed, he understood everything and now, it was up to himself how he should take the information and use it as he needed. "or despite my best judgment, I will treat this situation like a very vivid dream... perhaps Im in a coma..." Was his best reason to rationalize.

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Off nearby, amongst the huddled masses of shocked and confused players, mortified and despaired Adventurers, was a handsome man with an elbow length ponytail and basic starter leather armor. On his sides were his sheathed weapons: a starter dagger on his right hip and a starter long sword on his left hip. Despite the common emotion right now being shock, confusion, and despair, this man was walking from group to group with a soft smile, speaking to everyone. If one had to guess, it would seem as though the man were trying to help calm everyone down. He soon made his way over to the group as LuLu uttered something that Dumah had been fearing in the back of his mind.

"Listen, I'm- I'm sorry, I just, I don't know what you want to know. You just have to deal with it. Forget about your wife and your family cause you're probably never going to see them again."

Dumah stuttered a bit in his walking, but didn't drop his façade of optimism and hope. "Hey, how is everyone doing? It seems like we are in quite an odd predicament..." He stroked his chin, looking around a bit. He extended his left hand to everyone in the group, offering them all a warm, comforting smile. "I am Dumah Exilium Iino. Swashbuckler, Tailor, and Courtesan." After shaking hands, he bowed with his warm smile.

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[LuLu]

The Darker of Two Evils

Lillian stared at the druid as he spoke of taking this as a dream or being in a coma of sorts. She just shook her head and shrugged. "Well, if that's what works for you.." She pursed her lips and went to turn on her heels. She was done with the conversation and she wanted to rest and possibly find some food, as suddenly, she was starving. Her turn was interrupted, however, as another man appeared. She blew a huff out of her nose and looked at the man, her head tilting as he introduced himself. She really did not want to deal with another adventurer, or anyone else at this point but she stood, her feet planted. Maybe she should have followed after the creepy assassin. For some reason, she felt as though his presence was better then being forced to speak with these, nice, people. She sighed and put her hand to her forehead, considering how she could get out of here. "You can call me LuLu.. And I'm doing just swell, being trapped in a game world and all.." She took his hand with hers and gave him a firm, professional handshake, one that she had honed in the real world.

Being a star had allowed her to perfect the handshake, having to deal with managers and corporates. Here, she supposed, her handshake didn't matter though. It wasn't as though she was going to get paid by performing. She had just wanted to release some of the stress from her daily life, maybe kill a few players, do some questing, but now, she didn't really know what to do. The situation was a little different as she herself, was here, in this new, strange, awkward world. She didn't want to make friends. She wasn't here to be friendly.. She wanted to be a bitch, but seeing as this was somehow her new reality, she was being forced to be nice. She wanted nothing more than to lash out and cause chaos throughout the lands, but she didn't understand why should couldn't, or why she even thought that way. She had built her character to become a solo player anyways, so really, it shouldn't matter to her about needing to make friends, no, not friends, allies, yet, she somehow knew she would have to. She sighed and then looked between the two of them. "Well, I'm going to find some food and an inn. Have a good one." She hoped they didn't follow her as she held out her hand to say good bye and turned on her heels. She just wasn't ready for allies, though she supposed she wasn't ready for much other than leveling herself up at this point, so she began to walk, praying they didn't follow.

Words :: 462
Tags :: saproth, @dumah
Skills Used :: [-----]
- Notes -
Sorry guys, my computer was in the shop for a while. I decided to try to end it cause we're all in another thread together. Hope you don't mind!

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