Just an average day... [Open] [Day 1 RP]

[Niver]

"Ouch...My head...Where am I?"

As his eyes opened, Jack Miller quickly noticed that he was certainly not having an ordinary day. He was sitting down, there was a city below him, and lots of people...but this didn't seem like the type of city he was used to. So much grass and trees, and absolutely no cars. What was going on? Oddly enough, his face felt warm, and his hands felt somewhat tight, as though they were gripping something. Looking down, he couldn't help but flinch, as he saw a thin blade in his right hand and a knife in his left. "G-gah! Why am I holding these?! Got to put these away, they just look weird..." As he fumbled around for somewhere to put them, he also noticed that his usual articles of clothing were...well, not clothing. "Wait, wait, is this...armour? This is just odd..." Sighing, he shook his head in disbelief. "I've got to be dreaming, here. Being kidnapped is one thing, but being kidnapped, given weapons, and put in some pre-modern city? Heh...Now, why would I be dreaming about that? It's almost like I'm i-" Blinking, he grinned after a few seconds, his mind starting to clear. "Ah...Now I get it! There was that British server coming out soon, wasn't there? For, for, what was the name...Elder Tale! Yeah! I guess I must be so excited for it, I'm actually dreaming I'm in the game!"

Laughing now, he was starting to find the situation as a sort of mix between surreal and downright humorous. "Hmm, may as well make this fun while it lasts...If this is the game, then there's got to be that place where you put things, right? That invisible bag that you can just access whenever..." Searching himself, he didn't notice any sort of bag on his person, and upon finding this, he shrugged his shoulders. "Was my mind just too stupid to put that in, or something? Okay, why not test this out..." As he was about to stand up, it was only now that he looked down, and he saw that he was sitting on a rather large tree branch. "W-woah! I'm on a tree? Why am I not down there? I'd jump, but..." It looked like a pretty big fall, and he didn't want to risk waking up from his dream from fear, or anything like that. "Well, okay, what about this?" Thrusting his sword forward haphazardly, he flinched as a screen suddenly came up before him. "Wah! What, what's going on..." Peering at it, he noticed that there were in fact several of these screens, and he looked around them. "Uhh, let's see...'Starter Rapier', 'Starter Dagger'...These must be the things I'm holding. Better, uhh...'Unequip' them. That's what it says there." Touching the boxes with the sword, he found that both of the weapons magically disappeared from his hands, and he sighed with relief. "Phew! Now I don't look like a weirdo..."

Looking at the screens more, his eyes scrolled over to several pictures, and he peered at them intently. "Two lines there... 'HP' and 'MP'. I guess that's the things my friends were talking about...One is the stuff that goes away if you get hurt, and the other is the one that goes away when you do special things. 'Kay." Further up from that, there was a musical note and a 'Lv: 1', with 'Bard' written just before that. "Oh, so I'm a Bard in my dream, huh? That's pretty nice. Looks like a fun class, but why am I so weak? Ah well, it's not like I'll get the time to fight things..." Looking up, he blinked, seeing the face of a cat, along with a strange word next to it. "...'Niver'? Is that my name here? Well, I guess it's better than 'Sir Killsalot', or some stupid 'hero' name. I guess that face means I'm a...wait, wait..." He'd been wondering why his face felt warm, and as he touched it, he felt not skin, but...hair. More than just beard-hair, too; it was all over his face, as though he was actually a cat. "...I'm a cat here?! Well, I guess the fancy word for it is 'Werecat', but still..." Feeling his face, he also noticed that his ears seemed to be closer to the top of his head, and his eyes appeared to be bigger. Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders, managing to smile again. "Oh well, it shouldn't matter, it's just a dream..."

Looking down, he felt a bit more confident in himself now, and he took a deep breath. "Well, they say cats have nine lives, and I've seen 'em jump pretty far...Here we go!" The tree was a fairly large one, and so he didn't want to take the entire thing at once. With this in mind, he instead sprung towards the nearest stable branch, finding it relatively easy to land on it. "Wow! That was a pretty big jump...One of the many benefits of dreaming you're a cat. I guess I just keep doing that, then!" Jumping from branch to branch, he steadily went down the tree, finding this almost natural to him after a few jumps. It was soon that he reached the ground, and he stretched his arms out, laughing to himself. "Phew! That was pretty fun! Wonder if I'll be able to do that once the actual server comes out? That'd be cool..." Looking around, he it was only now that he was closer that he felt the general atmosphere here. The people didn't seem how he envisioned them. If there were just the people who wandered around and said the same things all the time in the game-NPCs, he recalled-, then they shouldn't have been displaying the anxiety and confusion that they were. Why would he think of something like that? Walking through the city, the people all seemed very animated and real. As a slight breeze came past, the grass rustled beneath him. It all felt so real, almost too real to be a dream. But there wasn't any way it could be real...could it? Rubbing his fingers-or rather, paws- against his temples, the merriment that he had felt before was starting to be replaced with worry. "...Just what is going on here?"

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[Thibault]

Walking amidst the multitudes of people, Alison Smith was having some trouble controlling her body.

Alison been reduced to using the halberd that she awoke beside as a crutch to make sure she didn't fall over or trip again. Twice today it'd been flat on her face, and she didn't want to break her damn nose again. Her body felt so strange--bigger, taller, and thicker at the same time. And so strong! She would've never been able to carry this bloody halberd anywhere, rugby player or no. If it weren't for the fact that she'd been disoriented by it ever since she woke up, she might've been having more fun. By rights, she should've stopped somewhere and tried to figure this body out before she went out, but everything around her was suddenly amazing.

There were people with pointed ears and tails in the street. They were standing in what looked like a ruin of a city filled with the life of nature. There were men and women in huge things of armor, carrying staffs and cloaks and knives--it was either a dream, or she'd somehow awoken in the best and weirdest Renaissance Faire to ever exist.

"What the bloody hells is happening," she whispered to herself with a tiny giggle. This was so weird, but it was exhilarating. She'd never SEEN anything like this before! She took a deep breath and grinned, inhaling the scent of wet grass, trees, and the slight overtone of distant forests. This makes no sense! Even Wales didn't smell this good! Everything was just so bloody strange that her mind had skipped right from horror and confusion to outright wonder.

It took some time, but eventually she managed to get at least a passing control over her body. She switched her hold on her axe, letting it hang off of her shoulders while her hands held it. Around that time, she also spotted her first large pool of water. Once again, she stopped and stared, amazed at what she saw. She looked exactly like...! A surprisingly girlish and happy squeal escaped her throat as she came close, touching her face and arms. She knew this image. She'd seen it before, and she'd done an entire character like her! Tall and strong, fierce and wild. She'd done it once, in a game. What was the name of the bloody thing!?

Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why can't I think of the bloody-- She froze again. There it was. "Elder Tale," She mumbled. She'd found the image while trawling the net for her Elder Tale avatar. She'd been practicing for about a week, working on her character off-and-on between school and the rugby team. She'd started because she heard that the new expansion was going to go live from friends who told her to join. The character creator was what made her enjoy it.

She got up and quickly began walking away again. Energy flowed into her body like a plug in a socket. Eventually this energy became too much, and Alison started running, grinning victoriously as the people and scene whizzed by. "Thibault!" She cried into the air like a cheer. "My name is Thibault!" Everyone looked at her as if she were insane. She didn't seem to notice.

It was about at this point that she found the menus while poking and prodding her body when she ran out of breath and started walking again. Starter gear, like she'd had before. But oh man did it look cool. She was checking out her inventory with a cheerful hum when she accidentally ran headlong into another lost person, namely Niver. The menus disappear immediately, and she stumbles back with a grunt and a bitten off curse. "Bloody--Sorry mate! Didn't mean to run into ya. Tryin' to figure out this menu system, and all--Wait. You're... Hah! You're a bloody cat person! That's amazing!" She grins widely as she offers a hand. "The name's Thibault, mate. How're ya doing?"


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[Niver]

Wandering forward, it seemed that Niver's 'cat senses' weren't as good as he thought, as he ended up walking straight into another person-or was it the other way around? Nonetheless, they were clearly a lot stronger than him, for he fell back on to the grass behind it, and he rubbed his behind in pain. "Ouch...For a dream, this sure hurts..." Shaking his head, he looked up, instinctively flinching at the huge person above him. They were probably taller than he was in the real world, and the fact that he seemed to be shorter here didn't help much. "Woah! You sure are big, huh...L-look, I probably ain't got any money, so, a-Wait, wait, hold on!"

At what the woman said, he suddenly sprung up, ignoring the fact that she'd held out a hand for him. "I'm not going to be all in denial that, at the moment, I'm sort of, maybe, possibly, kind of, a cat. But...'bloody'?!" Clenching his fists, he made energetic movements, waving his hands around almost randomly as he spoke. "There's no blood on my clothes! I'm not a murderer! Gosh, the nerve of people, suggesting that I, a helpless...uhh...what was it called..." Scratching his head, his aggressiveness disappeared for a moment, but it was after a few seconds that his face lit up in remembrance. "...Werecat! That was it! As I was saying, the nerve of people, suggesting that a helpless Werecat is a killer...Oh, woe is me! I don't know what I'll do with myself at this rate..." Putting his arm to his eyes, he gave out a barely-concealed fake cry, almost as though he were joking rather than genuinely upset. Indeed, though he wasn't fully considering it, he felt more open than he normally did; maybe it was that this was a dream, or some sort of side-effect of having a Werecat's body.

It was only after some moments of his false tears that he realised that the woman had asked him a question, and he looked up, considering her for the first time. "H-how am I doing? Well, uhh...I don't know. The ache from falling over seems to have gone, and, umm, I guess being a cat-man is pretty fun...Don't think too much on what I said earlier, okay? Just a bit of...good-natured humour, banter, that sort of thing. Honestly, I'd say I'm alright." Chuckling, he scratched the back of his head, hoping he hadn't made any lasting impressions with his short fit of rage. Looking at the woman for a moment, he recoiled suddenly, seeing the menu-like boxes from before pop up in front of her, but this time with different text. "Ah! Woah, woah, woah...Oh, no. More boxes? What is this, Squareland?"

Sighing in exasperation, he looked over them quickly, nodding to himself. "Right, so you're a 'Guardian', and your name's...'Thibault'? How're you supposed to pronounce that? 'The-bolt'? 'Fill-bale-t'?" Thinking it over, he slowly blinked, looking away. "...Oh, yeah, you introduced yourself before, didn't you? Uhh, well, I'll just try and mimic how you said it. Anyways, my name's...uhh..." His instinctive reaction would have been to say 'Jack', for that was his real name, but he did remember that, in this world, at least, he had the name 'Niver'. Of course, technically, if it was a dream, it wouldn't matter what he said, but...despite how crazy it seemed, he had a sneaking suspicion that this might be more than that. On the off-chance that he was right, he may as well, he thought, give the name he had at the moment. "...My name's Niver. Just a regular travelling cat-bard-wanderer person, I guess. That's probably normal here, judging from the fact that there are a few others like me around here."

Silent for some moments, he didn't seem as talkative as he had been a while ago; if anything, he appeared pensive over something. "Hey, uh, I know you're probably about as clueless as I am, but...Do you have any idea, any at all, about what's going on right now? I mean, it's obvious that this isn't normal, because unless this is a really tight costume, I'm pretty sure that I'm actually a cat-person right now, and normally, I'm not. I woke up in a tree with a sword and a knife, too, which...well, also isn't that normal. So, got any clues as to what's happening?"

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Nordin was practically spinning in his chair with excitement as he made the finishing touches to his character. He had spent far too much time adjusting sliders and making small, minute changes over and over again to make his character just right. After all, this was going to be his main character in the exciting new MMORPG Elder Tale! He finally felt as if his adventurous Swashbuckler was perfect, and he clicked the confirm button on the game's user interface. [What would you like to name your character?] The game posed a question to Nordin that had often made him spend far too much time simply pondering. Though, after some thought, he went with a name he came to use rather often in other MMORPGs, and his fingers danced about the keys as he typed. [Are you sure you wish to name your character Dumah?] He clicked the confirm button, and next thing he knew...

He stood up and found himself outside, in an unfamiliar environment. Wait... No... It was not so unfamiliar after all. After a moment of surveying the area, he recognized this zone as Londinium, the main city in Elder Tale's United Kingdom server. All kinds of emotions flowed in and out, shocking and tormenting him with confusion and surprise. "What is this...?" He confirmed the situation for himself, and realized he was in the game. {So many other players seem so distraught; such thick despair...} Dumah knew he had to try to help, and so, with a smile on his face, he walked from group to group, offering words of encouragement and reassurance. "Hey! Do not worry! Things will be all right!" "I am quite sure this will all make sense soon!" "No need to cry!" He had experience in dealing with sorrow, as he often had to in the real world as a father. Many days, his sweet daughter Mira would come to her father for comfort- then, like a bullet aimed right at his heart, it hit him. Nordin Reecendo was gone, replaced by Dumah in this fantasy world. Never again would he see his sweet, innocent daughter; never again would he feel the warmth of his beloved wife. His life was over, and as he was giving his words of hope to a group of two Adventurers, his reassuring and optimistic smile was accompanied by light tears. Dumah had not even realized his conflicting displays of emotion as he forced himself to remain hopeful, hoping to prevent any panic.

One of the adventurers, a rather feline fellow clearly of the Werecat race of Elder Tale, began to speak. "Hey, uh, I know you're probably about as clueless as I am, but...Do you have any idea, any at all, about what's going on right now? I mean, it's obvious that this isn't normal, because unless this is a really tight costume, I'm pretty sure that I'm actually a cat-person right now, and normally, I'm not. I woke up in a tree with a sword and a knife, too, which...well, also isn't that normal. So, got any clues as to what's happening?"

Dumah held his chin, pondering on the situation at hand. "Hmm... I too awoke out here with this strange armor and this sword and dagger you see sheathed on each of my hips." Dumah looked around at the many different types of adventurers who had awoken under similar circumstances. "Judging by the looks of everyone, and our strange belongings, I would say... No, that cannot be it..." He scratched his head, perplexed, and decided that it may be wise to propose this ridiculous idea regardless. "Well, while this may sound foolish, perhaps we are in the world of Elder Tale? After all, the last thing I recall was confirming my character creation. Not only that, but this area resembles Londinium, one of the cities in Elder Tale's United Kingdom server. When we consider all of that as well as our armor, weaponry, and the fact that we all look so completely different from what we normally look like, then I see only two possibilities. First of all: We are either all in some peculiar lucid dream, which would make you all figments of my subconscious, and us figments of your own. Secondly: The possibility I proposed; we are in Elder Tale." With this, Dumah's tears began flowing again without his realizing. He still had a serious expression as if his brain were doing its damnedest to try to comprehend this situation.

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HP: 100%
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OOC Note: While my character is so high-leveled, since this is a Day 1 thread, he is considered to be level one and with only his starter gear.

[Thibault]

The big brash grin and out thrust hand wither somewhat under the tirade that Niver the Werecat gives her, to be replaced by a confused expression as he rants along. The large woman leaned against her halberd again. "Wot...? Mate, it's... It's an expression, mate. Relax a bit, I ain't callin' ya nothin' bad. I'm just excited about all of this! Aren't you?" Apparently not. Finally he relaxes and explains away his tirade, and Thibault seems to shrug it off. "It's alright, I'm pretty confused too, mate. Don't--"

This expression of confusion turns to a darker one as her name is mispronounced twice after she'd just made it clear. She gives an annoyed sigh and a scalding look. ""Thi-bault, mate. Thi-bault. C'mon, ya can't just mispronounce somebody's name when they just bloody introduced themselves to ya. S'rude." Still, her annoyance faded as he finally pronounced it correctly. Further, he brought up a question that she still wasn't entirely sure how to answer. DID she know what was going on? Not at all. She had an assumption given her current body, but that was it. "From the sounds of things... There was a game I played sometimes. Was playin' right when the new expansion was supposed to go up. I made this..." She motioned to her new body. "In the game. Elder Tale... I dunno, mate, but if it quacks like a duck and it looks like a duck..."

A third person came to join their party, and Thibault turned around and thrust forth her hand with the same cheerful grin she'd been giving Niver. "Hey mate. Looks like you're just as confused as we are. Name's Thibault. This cat here is Niver." She paused and listened to Dumah's ideas on where they were. The woman could only grin and nod enthusiastically. "Couldn't be a dream, I never feel nothin' in dreams. It has to be... We're in Elder Tale. We're IN the bloody game, isn't that bloody amazing?! Look at this!"

She spun around with arms thrust wide, rapturous grin on her face as she did so. "You can feel it--smell it! Look at this body! Bloody hell, if this really is a dream, I don't ever want it to end!"

Of course, it was then that she noticed the solemn sadness that covered Dumah like a cloud. And tears. "Wha... Oi, c'mon mate, don't cry! This ain't so bad, is it? People've been wanting to see different worlds for ages, right? We're some of the first folks to actually DO it. And look at us!"

It's good that she's so cheerful and upbeat, but perhaps it hasn't fully hit her already. Or maybe she's just dumb. Who knows?

"Y'know what we should do? Let's check out the city! Or go outside! Bloody hell, if there are monsters outside, we can get into fights and get gold and stuff! If not, I bet ya there's even more cool stuff for us to find. Only thing we gotta worry about is... Dying, I guess." That deflates her somewhat. What would happen if they died?... Would they maybe go back? Or would it be permanent? It used to be that if you died, you would just return to the Cathedral, but what would happen now?

"But why let us have all this stuff if it just meant ya could die for nothin'...?"

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[Niver]

Niver sighed as he realised that he might have gotten off on the wrong foot with the first person he'd met. He couldn't say that he normally acted like this, but then again, he wasn't Jack Miller any more; he was Niver, and considering they at least looked different, he may as well act a bit differently as well. It was at the next suggestion that he blinked, raising his eyebrow "Wait, IN the game? You mean...not just, like, being really up close to the screen, or it looking realistic, but...actually talking, walking and breathing inside the game? Aren't games supposed to be just millions of lines of text, though? I mean, maybe not to the person playing them, but that's what they are at their core, or so I was told...Seems a bit weird if there was a line of text that said, 'Everyone who plays this game is transported in it', don't you think?"

He was so wrapped up in this line of thought that once again his 'enhanced' senses failed him, and he was shocked as he heard a third voice. Rapidly turning to it, he once again went into a full-on rant, fueled by his simple shock. "Woah, woah! Don't sneak up on people like that! If you do that too much, you could be mistaken for, I don't know, a stalker...Not that anyone would really want to stalk me, but, well...Anyway, you need to, you know, ask if you want to join in, or something! I think...I mean, I don't know about that sort of thing, but, ah..." His pause in speaking allowed for the conversation to continue, and it seemed that this man had the same general idea as Thibault. "Y-you think so too? Huh, that sounds weird, bu-" He stopped suddenly as images began to fill his mind, and he was slowly remembering the past. "Wait a minute...Oh yeah, I remember now! This was a character I'd been thinking about for weeks, and one of my friends let me make it on their computer! So...We're all trapped in our game-bodies, inside the game world? That...I don't know how to feel about that, honestly." Giving a nervous chuckle, he looked around, not quite believing the theory, but at the same time not denying it.

"I dunno, it sounds like something out of one of those internet horror stories...What were they called again...Scary-rice? Terror-spaghetti?" Scratching his head, he thought for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Oh, 'Creepy-pasta'. That was it. I mean, one of my friends told me that, but I'd like to speak with whoever called 'em that...I mean, why not call them, 'OH', for 'Online Horror'? Besides, there's nothing scary about pasta...I mean, unless you're allergic to it. That'd make it pretty scary." Realising he was probably rambling at this point, he didn't want his small audience to lose interest; it would probably be best if he got back on track.

"Okay, put it this way...Say, a guy makes his character on Elder Tale, it's all done, he's ready to play. Suddenly, the computer starts sucking him in, like a vacuum cleaner, and before he knows it, he's inside the game." Even as he said it, he knew it sounded nothing short of silly, but he quickly continued. "I know it sounds weird, but bare with me! Right, so the guy's sucked in by his computer-I have no idea how or why that would happen, but it's just a theory. You'd probably explain it with something like 'the computer was haunted', or something, but...EVERY single person who logged on to this game, getting teleported in? Heck, it's not even the game that did it; the game was fine before people tried logging into this server! So...How does that work? It's not like you can just say it was some sort of 'glitch' or whatever...I mean, there's faults in the game, and then there's, well...an entire world!" Spreading his arms out, he looked around him, only truly taking in the environment around him. Pausing before he spoke again, he thought on his theory, trying to put all the pieces together.

"The way I see it, there's got to be someone, or maybe even something, behind all this. I doubt any of us know who it is, but..." Turning to Thibault as she spoke, his face suddenly lit up, and he quickly shook his head. "Oh, no, I've got a better idea! What if, the one who did this to us...He's here, in this world! Maybe he's hiding on the top of the tallest mountain in this place, in a huge castle...We'd have to fight through countless monsters to reach him, and it would be a terrifying battle, but if we win, we'd all go home, and it'd be a happy ending...Hah, it sounds just like an actual game!" Stopping, he sighed heavily, looking away. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I have no idea if I'm right, but...Can't blame anyone for trying, right? I guess even if we did find him, we'd have no hope of putting up a fight, since, well...we're stupidly weak, every single one of us."

Niver frowned, disliking the thought that he had indirectly admitted to himself that his entire theory was probably just getting everyone's hopes up, especially with his last sentence. "...Why don't we try what Thibault said? I mean, in the game, from what I remember, if you killed things for long enough, you'd get stronger...We don't have to take on the really difficult monsters yet, right? There's three of us, so if we all gang up on a really weak one, we'll probably be fine, and we won't end up...well, having to find out what happens if you die here." Looking to both of his new acquaintances, he managed to put on a smile. "Well, Thibault, and, erm...whatever your name is. You both want to take a shot at that? Like I said, if we go for easy kills, we should be okay."

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[Clow]

“The sky sure is lovely today..”

Alastair said aloud, laying flat on his back, stretching groggily in the grass. Did he fall asleep here? That wasn’t like him. At least not in a long while; perhaps many years ago, when he lived within the Scottish countryside, then it may be a bit more reasonable to take a nap on the ground. Though now that he thought about it, where exactly was he? Of this he really couldn’t be sure. None the less, he gave another, more dramatic stretch and rubbed at his eyes. That’s when things start to truly feel… off.

He waved his hand in front of his face for a bit, his fingers, his arm, they looked.. Well wrong. Rather short, and stubby, perhaps a little bit fat if he was being honest with himself. As he gazed and tested his own faculties, making a variety of jesters, his menu screen popped in front of him, he twitches a bit, scratching his scruffy blond hair, scanning over the text and trying to piece together the odd gaps in his memory.

“Looks like the kinda thing you’ld see in an RPG…. Is this kind of tech available? I don’t think I would forget hearing something about it… And I can feel… and this grass.. mmm.. That’s quite nice, not to mention how crisp everything looks..” He pondered and just took everything in with his various senses, even letting out a meep, as he suddenly realized not only did all the visuals here look real, but he was seeing them in pretty full clarity. He sat up; something that still didn’t feel right to him, looking around and gripping the nearby grass. He was instinctively looking for his glasses, still coming to terms with the fact that he no longer need them.

“Oi! I can see! This is just…. Bloody brilliant! I think, I don’t even know!” He said, rather loud, having his own miniature freak out, feeling over his own face as he looked all around. His face and hands still felt odd to him, though at the moment, he honestly didn’t care, he was pretty bemused by these still baffling turn of events. After more fidgeting of alien limbs, I finally wiggled to his feet. The ground seemed so much closer than he remembered.

He noticed that a small group of people gathered around a tree. One of them was actually anthropomorphic cat. Alastair or Clow now, as his screen named told him, did his best not to dwell on that fact. If he analyzed all this for TOO long he would just sit here on his own all day. Talking with people could lead to answers, more accurate ones, and more quickly on top of that. Not to mention he desperately want out of his own head, as of now he wasn’t fully yet convinced that he hadn’t gone insane.

He started dashing over, something that felt extremely awkward, though now he was honestly afraid to stop “Hey, excuse me!” He said waving over, having to put a lot of effort into simply not falling over himself. Not to mention something was dragging behind him. He wasn’t wearing a cloak, not to mention he could feel it, though what kind of feeling he couldn’t describe. He took a moment to glance back, and went wide eyed at the discovery of a long fluffy red tail behind him.

He had a tail! Though what to do with this new knowledge he really wasn’t sure. It didn’t seem like a bad discovery, though the rainbow of educate on tail discovery seemed a tad spares, before today at least. He wondered if he could move it, and with a little wiggle, the new appendage gave a wag, right under his left foot mid step. He first felt a sharp pain at the tip of his new appendage, followed by the sensation of falling, before he face planted right into the tree the group had gathered around.

“Ooooowww! Damn it, why can’t I just walk?” He asked to no one really, rubbing over his face. He wasn’t rushing back to his feet this time, still in a bit of shock, as well as feeling rather embarrassed. At this point he was just doing his best not to tear up in front of strangers. He had at least made it from point A to B, though he sincerely hoped this wouldn’t be his new normal.

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The party of adventurers seemed to believe that the wisest course of action to follow their congregation in this new, unfamiliar world would be to explore and attempt to strengthen themselves through combat. Dumah nodded at the idea, and was reminded by the cat fellow that he had not introduced himself. "Oh, ahahah!" Dumah chuckled, "Where are my manners?" He bowed formally, with his right hand over his heart, similar to the sort of bow one might see in anime or other works of pop culture. He then spoke, introducing himself. "My name is Dumah Exilium Iino; I am a Swashbuckler, as well as a Tailor. My race-" Dumah slid his tongue out between his lips, showing a mark on the top of it, "-is Half Alv." He then pulled his tongue back in and smiled to the rest of the party. However, before he could speak again, another adventurer stumbled into the group. Dumah offered his hand to the new adventurer, helping him up. "Are you all right?" Dumah asked. After the new adventurer had recovered, Dumah turned to the group as a whole and rested his hands on his hips, over the handles of each blade he had sheathed. "Well then, shall we be off? Strengthening ourselves would be wise, especially if Niver's idea of our captor being hidden here somewhere is true. Who knows, maybe he is hiding in plain sight? Perhaps he shall pose as a powerful Guild Master! As such, we must get stronger!" Dumah had a determined fist and an excited expression on his face. It seemed as though he had hoped to drown himself emotionally in this upcoming combat, so as to get his mind off of the family he had left behind in the real world. Dumah moved his hands in a large variety of motions and gestures, attempting to open some sort of user interface. After several attempts, he had finally accomplished this goal and 'clicked' several times. Before each player was a notification: [Dumah has invited you to join his party!] along with two options typical of such a pop up: one icon with a blue circle and another icon with a red X.

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HP: 100%
MP: 100%
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Tags: Niver Thibault Clow
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[Thibault]

The towering barbarian woman could only shake her head and scratch at the back of it at Niver's wild theories. It's clear that he's a pretty excitable person by now, but what he's saying goes so far into the realm of the crazy or impossible that she has no idea how to respond to it. The worst part is--he could very easily be right. How else does one describe waking up in a world that had once been a game, trapped in an avatar that they had probably lovingly designed and played? The world was AROUND them, before their very eyes, and it clearly wasn't being seen through a computer screen. The world of Elder Tale seemed to have embraced each person and given them strength beyond real life. So could it stand to reason that someone had sent them here for some reason? Thibault's head hurt just at the implications. So instead of worrying about it, she placed a comforting if calloused hand on Niver's head and scritched expertly behind his ears.

"Maybe yer right, kitty-cat. I dunno, it sounds to me like somethin' you'd hear from one of the bad Japanese shows that some of my friends were always on about. But I ain't got any better ideas, so for now, let's go with that." She perks up when a newcomer arrives, only snickering a little bit when he falls flat on his face. When he stands, she offers a grin. "Looks like we're gettin' a good group together. I'm Thibault, mate. We're about to head out and start fightin' monsters!" She crows cheerfully at that. Who knows how the fights would be now that they're actually HERE? The thought of fighting against some crazed game-monster-gone-wrong has her shivering and almost salivating in anticipation.

With a small ding, her menu shoots up with Dumah's invitation, and Thibault accepts it quick as lightning. A grin of appreciation flashes across her face when she gets a view on Dumah's HP and MP bars. That basically seals it--she's seen that interface before, even with as little practice as she has. This HAS to be Elder Tale. No matter what the reason, they were here, and they were about to get into a fight. Things couldn't be much better for her end of things.

"I ain't played long, but I've got some idea what I'm supposed to do. I'm a Guardian, so I'm supposed to take the hits for ya skinny bastards. Only I kinda played around a bit with it. If anyone can heal, try to let me stick at 25% HP and I'll show ya somethin' funny. Now... All we gotta do is find the front gate. Any of ya know where it is? I bloody don't."

(Tags: @dumah Niver Clow)

(Word Count: 469)
(Total: 1,749)

[Niver]

Niver blinked as his cat-ears were scratched; normally he would have recoiled, but for some reason, he found it oddly comfortable, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and smile at this. There was no purr coming from this throat, but perhaps that would change after a while in this body. Regaining his focus as Thibault spoke, he shrugged his shoulders, not having much of an explanation. "Sure, maybe my ideas are like something out of a bad television program, but are they any better than us being stuck in this world at all? You gave us the 'what' and 'where', I'm thinking of the 'how' and 'why'. Can't say I know what's right and wrong, but...In a way, not knowing is sort of fun! After all, that's why we're going out to beat the living daylights out of things in the first place!"

Just as he was about to get a response from the people around him, Niver turned his head as he saw someone call out to the group loudly, just in time to see him fall and have his tail exposed. "A-a person with a tail? Gosh, and I thought having hair all over me was strange..." Waving towards the tailed person, he wasn't caught off-guard this time, and so had no motivation to go on yet another rant. "Hey, over here! We're just about to give some monsters the old one-two, if you catch my drift!"

Listening to Dumah, he couldn't help but snicker at the way he spoke, as well as his mannerisms. "Gee, no need to bow, I'm not the King of this place...Wait, 'Dumah Exilium Iino'? What kind of name is that? Talk about Mister Fancy Pants..." Chuckling, he suddenly put his hand-or rather, paw-on Dumah's shoulder, smiling. "Okay, okay, I'm kidding. Be whoever you want to be, as cheesy as that sounds! I mean, this place is, or, well, was, called an 'MMORPG', and I think that the 'RPG' in that stood for 'Role-Playing-Game'...So, may as well act a little while we're here, right?" Feeling more content than he had been before, he was taken by surprise as another one of the boxes popped up in front of him, this time asking a question. "Uhh, hold on, what's this...? Something about a party? Shouldn't we be going out and killing thi-" Pausing, he blinked, coughing. "...Oh, wait, you mean 'group'. Sheesh, whichever bright spark who thought a 'party' was the same thing as a 'group' needs a smack over the head..." Pressing the circle button, that seemed to accept the request, for he could now view the boxes of everyone else in more detail, with the most noticeable addition being the ability to see the 'HP' and 'MP' bars. "I guess that's so we can keep track of each other...Good, good."

Looking to Thibault, he nodded slowly, scratching his chin. "Well, I would say 'I'm a Bard, so I'm a weak little nuisance who just plays music at the back', but...that ain't my style, if you get what I'm saying." Thinking back to the character creation process, he was able to remember some more about what he had done; he had given himself an agile race, along with an Acrobat class, and given himself Elegant Act, a skill that allowed one to increase their Dexterity for a small period of time. Looking over this in his mind, he was able to grasp a vague idea of what he had in mind when creating this character. "Hmm...I guess I'd say what I do is just get in the enemy's face and run in circles around 'em, like an insect! Not the most pretty comparison, I know, but...Well, compared our Guardian here, why take a hit when you can just avoid it altogether?" Laughing slightly, he looked around, tapping his forehead at Thibault's next question. "Hmm, the gate...Didn't Dumah say he knew this was somewhere called 'Londinium'? I mean, I guess it was probably from pre-release photos, or something, so...I guess he knows the way?" Turning to Dumah, he looked expectantly at him, hoping he did in fact know where to go.

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((Tags: Thibault @dumah Clow ))

[Clow]

Being assisted to his feet, Clow was a bit lost; there were monster to fight now? He was still rubbing his face, when the invitation window popped up. With a rather bewildered look on his face, the fox boy pressed the circular button, and he was greeted by stats and info. Now this was something he could work with.



Scanning, he started to make a bit more sense of everything; he was starting to feel pretty lucky. In a crazy fantasy world, he managed to crash right into a group, it couldn’t have gone better! Well… Falling flat on his face wasn’t ideal, and whining over something as simple as walking was a smig mortifying. Were these folks just nice, or desperate? As he glances over his own stats he did notice he was the only hard spell caster of the group. A good thing, an assassin or samurai would be even more SOL tripping over their feet, or tails for that manner. But he supposed it wasn’t worth looking a gift gryphon in the beak, or something like that.



“Uhm, thanks for the lift, I’ll try to keep up.” He replied to the party initiator, looking up at him with a blush plastered across his cheeks. Everyone was notably taller than him, it was off putting, and not something he was use too. But it was that race he mentioned, the Half-Alv’s it rang a bell. It was then Clow recalled his character creation. He was never the type to be a plain human in these sorts of games, and while elves were a good fall back, they weren’t that unique. Dwarfs were always too burly, and while adorable, Were cats as well as Wolf Hair’s seemed counter intuitive to his class. And as he was dead set on being a summoner, a race of ritual would simply be too fragile. Clow actually really like the Half-Alv’s plot connection, he even ran one all the way through the character creator, before finally following through with the Foxtail race, simply because they seemed more interesting to Clow.



And it was that train of thought that really brought things together. Now the tailed boy was a bit more up to speed, and at least near the same page with the others. Though it also caused him to fold his ears, and even mope a bit, as he’ld realized his sized based troubles were his own doing. Even if he could have never predicted they would have THIS kind of consequence.



With that he started to size up the other members, the brawny girl, Thibault, she certainly seemed amped. With an attitude and hair like that, she could pretty much be one of his cousins. Which was actually a rather frightening thought, Clow really had missed the boat when it came to being a wild Scot, but he still had a bit of mental scarring when it came to recalling family gatherings. Thinking back, he never really did get to be at the top of a dog pile.



He then drew his attention to the cat. He was actually rather cute, he was even a bit jealous as Thibault gave him a bit of ear scritching. Of course as he gave his own long fluffy ears a rub, he soon realized he wasn’t sure which one he was jealous of. Clow soon deemed that line of thought inappropriate, and cast it aside, still a bit pink in the cheeks. Though Niver certainly seemed a bit theatrical, it may have been a tad silly to some, but it honestly brought a toothy grin upon his face. It was kind of infectious; he sort of wanted to play along. On the note of going along with things, Clow also noticed everyone was sharing their names, and class details. Though he knew his name must be next to his bar like the others, it did seem polite.


“Oh, well… You can call me Clow, I’m a Summoner. I’m a versatile spell caster, but it also means I’m pretty flimsy. I can summon a Sylph, that’s a wind fairy, that attack with magical winds that can knock back enemies, and do a bit of damage, she can even heal a little bit too. I can also call up a Salamander, a uhm, fire lizard. Its wwayy more offensive, though to get a strong one, I do need a fire source first, so keep that in mind.”

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{ Tags: Niver Thibault @dumah }

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Dumah listened to the short Summoner describe his equally short list of available summons. Dumah grinned and held his chin with his left hand, seemingly pondering something. "A source of fire, you say? Would this suffice?" With that, Dumah accessed his menu once again, then opened the Skills sub-menu. He scrolled past the Swashbuckler skills until he found a magic skill: Fireball Pitch. He tapped the menu icon for this skill, and a ball of fire formed in his left hand. He held it out to the Fox Tail. "We probably should not summon any familiars in town. We would not wish for any Adventurers - nor People of The Land, for that matter - to mistake them for monsters and panic." With that, Dumah closed his left hand and dispelled the flaming ball, it vanishing as he opened his now empty hand. He rested his left hand on the dagger he had sheathed on his left hip. On his right hip was a sheathed sword, upon which he was resting his right hand. "Well, shall we be off for the field? It would seem that the best way to understand this peculiar situation we have found ourselves in would be to simply dive right in. Come!" Dumah gestured with his arm for his new party to follow him. With that, he walked towards the gate, he managed to bump into a short girl - seemingly a spell caster, judging by her equipment: a simple dress and a stick she held like a staff - and he quickly apologized, bowing at her. "My apologies!"

The girl looked up at him and smiled, speaking in a child-like, high pitched voice. "It's okay! Don't worry!"

The two exchanged smiles and apologies, then went on their way. The girl walked further into the town, but she had been coming in from the wilderness; perhaps she had already taken a look to verify if monsters were still in this world? Nevertheless, Dumah gave it little thought as he and his party continued on their way, leaving the town and walking out to the forest that surrounded the large city of Londinium. "Be careful; we do not know what we might find. Do not drop your guard for even a moment, for that is all it takes to lose your life."

Dumah had a serious expression on his face, as if he were seeing this party as his responsibility. The burden would oft be one most people would despise being forced to take, however it was this fact that gave Dumah the strength to take on such a burden. He wished no stress or pain upon his new friends and party members should anything go wrong. Dumah hoped to prevent any failures in the first place, but he was prepared to take the blame - and thus the stress of failure - should anything at all go awry.

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HP: 100%
MP: 100%
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Party:
@dumah: 100/100
Niver: 100/100
Thibault: 100/100
Clow: 100/100
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Note: The 100/100 next to your tag is how I keep track of HP and MP respectively. If my numbers were, for example, 76/54, then my HP would be at 76% and my MP would be at 54%.