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[Izaya D. Cross]

we all hide behind masks

The sun shined bright in the sky's of London, or as Izaya was learning to call it, Londinium. People walked along the streets talking to friends, guild mates, and merchants. Merchants sold their product to these people, not just the adventurers but also the people of the land. The people of the land especially loved the product that the adventurers sold, food, action figures, jewelry, weapons and armor. And over the course of the year Izaya saw how much the two enjoyed the others culture, and how happy some of these people were. So why wasn't he just as happy? One reason may be because after a year, the starter money he had was nearly gone. He couldn't just laze around doing nothing but sulking anymore if he wanted to survive. If I don't end up doing something I'll starve to death. Fighting monsters was one way to get money, and he'd level up doing so. But he could also start putting his Chef subclass to work. It was then that Izaya resolved to try and find a job here in Londinium.

"No", "Sorry we aren't hiring", "This is a guild only shop, sorry." Clank! The previous day yielded no results other than no, and today was seeming to turn up the same. So where was Izaya right now? Right now he was sulking in a alley his head buried in his knees his dark blue hoodie on with the hood pulled over his blue hair "N-no matter what world it is, finding a job is still hard."

Grrrrrrrr!

Izaya sighed as his stomach growled prompting him to check his coin pouch to see how much he had left. 100 gold pieces. He wasn't going to survive the next five days without some plan. "I guess I should go find something to eat." He stood up walking back out onto the main street looking for the cheapest thing he could find to eat.

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made by Jasmin of GS

[Topaz]

ELECTRICKERY

Topaz was walking. Just walking. He emitted an audio amounting to a flux of subtle shifts and dull, muffled clanks courtious. The soundings belonged to his shoddy armour he wore ever still so many years after the event. He did not particularly stand out. It was just a werecat, albeit short, and he was just walking along minding his own business. Before long, his paces ceased. Something certainly had occurred to him. After all, he had suddenly stopped walking for no discernable reason. Inwardly, he recalled to memory a time where he did not seemingly reside within MMORPGs. With mouse in hand and a keyboard before him, he played them and while he did, did a myriad of things.

It reminded him of those good ol’ days. Where he happened to have stopped? In front of the alleyway a certain sorcerer was previously sulking in. Though, his path was slightly obscured by the short werecat. Spontaneously, however, Topaz started to dance. It was quite the little jig he performed for the random individual before him. It was just like the days that had long-since passed when he would spend a few moments making his virtual character dance. Well, it was time as his character that he attempted to perform a dance and dance he did - just not particularly well. When the better half of his spontaneous moment end, he concluded with his arms hoisted high. The gesture suggested he was quite proud of his performance.

“Good day!” Topaz announced happily.

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[Firo]

Firo had been wandering around the main square for what felt like hours. His cheaply made plate armor clanking as he walked, watching the people around him. He did find a small amount of entertainment from watching the people around him. Using his halberd as a walking stick as he walked, enjoying the freedom from the pain from his left leg was still so new to him, but everything else bothered him. Unsure of where to go or how to begin his new life, he let out a dejected sigh as he stopped to watch the vendors peddle their goods.

"I need to find something to do. I can't keep wandering, but I barely know anyone. I could try venturing alone or... I dunno," he said under his breath, trying to shake off the depressing feelings that were trying to creep up on him.

Scratching his stubble with his left hand, he spotted two people conversing. It looked like one was trying to cheer up the other. Being in a curious sort of mood, he leaned close to the wall and tried to watch their exchange. Maybe there was something to be learned, he thought.

[Izaya D. Cross]

we all hide behind masks

As Izaya started to stand up something caught his eye, or well someone. A were-cat was standing there looking at him. Izaya looked back at the cat a moment a silence passing by before something very unexpected happened. The cat started to dance a dance that Izaya has never seen anyone dance before. The dance was different from what he normally would see in fact, Izaya hadn’t seen a single person dance since he been here. But if Izaya had to describe this dance in one word that word would be silly. But why? Why would someone waste their time with him? Even if it was just to show off some dancing skills. Izaya looked on as the cat finished his dance striking a pose and greeting him. For a few seconds Izaya stared at him a blank look on his face. It was a little longer before a tear rolled out his right eye, and he burst into laughter.

The alleyway was filled with his laughter, but why? Why did he find it so funny? Then it occurred to him, he hadn’t laughed since he been here. Not a single laugh for an entire year. Was that even possible? Izaya wiped the tears from his eyes as he calmed down, and stood up using his staff to balance himself. ” Ah thank you Mr. Cat. It has been so long since I’ve had a laugh I really must thank you.” Izaya approached the cat offering his hand. ”Hello, my name is Izaya. It is nice to meet you.”

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made by Jasmin of GS

[Tasman]

Tasman arrived on the scene by waltzing up the street. And when I say 'waltzing', I mean it literally seemed as if the man was dancing all the way up the sidewalk. He was plainly moving to some kind of rhythm by the way he nonchalantly dipped and dodged about the many other patrons crowding the street. He flowed and gracefully side-stepped around anyone who came too close from any direction as if he had predicted where they would be beforehand, even someone who tried to rush past him from behind. His footwork was lithe and coordinated even when he was clad in his rather poorly-made leather armor. His pants and boots were black, but his leather jacket was a very light purple (obviously dyed), along with the pauldrons that were strapped to his shoulders. Needless to say, he was garnering a whole bunch of attention to himself, and many adventurers were pointing and openly chuckling at the show he was putting on. He seemed to have a rather different effect on the few People of the Land who were about though. They seemed impressed and captivated by his movements. Tasman himself seemed to take no notice of any of it. He was completely focused, or so it seemed by the way he was frowning in determination and closing his eyes in what appeared to be meditation. Yes, that is correct. The man didn't even seem to be looking where he was going! The truth was that he merely blinked every few seconds to check up on the positions of everyone about him and moved to evade them accordingly. He spent time practicing his dance abilities quite often these days. What else was he supposed to do? He had little money left and could not waste it on supplies for tailoring, nor could he just decide to venture beyond the city's walls alone. He had to face the fact that he was all alone in this world. He was dropped in it without any prior knowledge and no friends that he could recognize. Of course, the server was huge and he had yet to search anywhere but Londinium, so he refused to give up. Refused to just be one of those dead-beats who insisted that laying about all day would solve their problems. If he could do nothing else at the moment, then he could at least gain a little finesse in his step. He was thinking a bit too hard about it and nearly bumped into a rather heavily-clad guardian obviously more than a few levels above him, but he saved himself by spinning in an arc around the bloke, placing his feet quickly in front of one another and twirling harmlessly out of the knight's space. He paused after the move was complete, then bowed his head apologetically to the guardian for a moment and rubbing the back of his head in a soothing manner. "I beg ya pardon there, stranger." The swashbuckler had a slight southern accent, deep and smooth with a slight lilt to some of his words. The trudging tank also paused and, with a deal of scraping and clanking managed to turn his head and shake it ruefully at Tasman. "Just watch where you're going, Happy Feet." He resumed his rather crude march down the street and left the dual swordsman alone. "Well, that coulda ended better. Time to rest a spell." He went on with massaging the nape of his neck right where he was. He seemed to have made it beyond the hoard of players and landed smack-dab at the entrance to an empty alley-way. Taking a glance down it he noticed that a Wolf-Hair Samurai was also looking in the alley pressed against the wall, as if trying not to be noticed by the other two adventurers loitering about within. He nodded to the warrior with a courteous smile but didn't say anything, then moved to engage the Werecat and the Sorcerer in a bit of conversation. These two he also nodded in greeting to, then placed his right hand over his heart and bowed graciously. "Mornin' there, gents, I hope I ain't interruptin' ya or nothin'." He rose and continued to favor each of them with a pleasant, easy-going smile. He habitually rested his hands on the pommels of his weapons--a longsword at the left side of his waist and a dagger on his right, but stood a respectful few yards away from them. "I was merely hopin' to speak with a werecat. Never seen one afore now. Kind of excitin'. Hope I ain't a bother...?" 

[Topaz]

ELECTRICKERY

A fragmented, but genuine “huh?” escaped him. It was filled to busting with curiosity and surprise, born of a nigh start after catching sight of the stranger’s brief, but tearful response. Then, however, came an expression of gratitude coupled with a few bits of information like struggling to find an opportunity to laugh it up and his name. Of course, Topaz would have to respond, so he swept his seemingly alien face of seriousness aside and immediately brightened right up once more.

“I’m Topaz! And judgin’ from them clothes of your, you look all… casty. We should party up or something!” Why not was the question. To Topaz, it was mind boggling that so much time had passed since his forced arrival to an entirely different, yet familiar world and he had progressed in absolutely nothing somehow. No levels, no contacts, no anything. That was definitely not going to lead to him escaping back to his own world so he could start editing the massive amount of footage he believed himself to be recording. After all, waiting had done him no good previously.

Another figure made their presence known by greeting them with a friendly “mornin’ there, gents,” Of course, the individual claimed his attention. Surprisingly, he was seeking an audience with Topaz, who blinked at him momentarily. “Talk to me? Woah! You can totally talk with me! Also, you could join our party and we could go do stuff!” He turned his eye towards a random space where nobody idled and winked. Who he was winking to was anybody’s guess, but it seemed to be somebody only Topaz was aware of. And no, he was not aware of Firo, but the wink did end up going to him who appeared to be standing adjacent to the group.

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[Izaya D. Cross]

we all hide behind masks

Izaya stared at the werecat for a second or two though it felt longer than that in his head. Izaya had never tried to invite anyone to a party, and certainly never has he been invited to a party either. A party would be nice. It would mean new allies, possibly even friends... That word lingered in his head for some time. Friends. He hadn't seen his in over the year, and a year alone was a long time to go without much social contact. Izaya smiled standing up straight. "I accept your invitation Mr. Topaz." Izaya felt calm relief, and a happiness he hadn't felt in a very long time. He then went to open up the menu used in order to form party's, but had begun to have some difficulty. He had never once since he been here tried to do anything with party's, and interacted far to little with any of the menu screens. But when you can treat lots of things in this world as if they were the real world what's the need for it? Then it occurred to him, what was real? To some of the players like himself this was a fake world. But to the NPC's who were so human this was real to them. Izaya began to think about this matter when another figure caught his attention.

This time it was human, blue hair a lighter shade than his own, tall but shorter than himself. This man who seemed to be clean and well groomed stopped not to far away from the two greeting them. "No you weren't interrupting anything really." Izaya smiled scratching the back of his head. But his response surprised him. Never seen a werecat before? Izaya looked at him puzzled. Even if one hadn't done anything for themselves in the last year they should have seen at the very least most of the races. And the response from Topaz seemed a bit energetic, then again Izaya himself was now feeling energized. It was a completely different feeling from sixty seconds ago, and the party was growing bigger and bigger by the second. He looked down at Topaz smiling just in time to see Topaz wink at something. He followed his gaze to find an empty space. Can he see something I can not?

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made by Jasmin of GS

[Firo]

Firo had a feeling that he was possibly spotted. Calmly he came from behind the wall, into full view of everyone. Instead of coming up with some sort of clever excuse, he figured he would give them a more believable excuse that would probably work without any issue. "I'm sorry for interrupting. I was a bit lost and I thought I heard something interesting. So I decided to kinda come see for myself." He let out a small chuckle as he reached behind his head with his left hand. The plate armor making his audible clanks and clangs as he moved. It was pretty obvious that it's hard to be stealthy in such armor, but it was great for protecting himself. His armor was fashioned in that of a traditional samurai style with the breast plate being of simple design, showing that it was still starting gear. His shoulder armor was able to fold some, but the plates were layered. In his right hand, he was holding his halberd like it was a walking stick, with the blade pointing towards the sky.

Taking a few steps forward, he looked them all over with a glance, trying to take in the situation. "I don't suppose any of you would know of any decent work, would you?" He said with a small grin, as he stopped to stand a small decent distance away from the people he was speaking to.