Post by Citrine on Jan 10, 2016 9:25:17 GMT
It has been three days since the event. Whatever caused it was still a mystery, but every person who was playing Elder Tale at the time was now inside the bodies of their characters. While some people had made their characters based on themselves, many other players did not. Freya was one of the latter. She had really just created her character to play around with the character creation screen and fool around in town. She never intended to really get into the game full time. Well, she never intended to literally get INTO the game either. But here she was, with the body of her shota elf character she made. She wished she could have been teleported into the game world WITH him, not AS him. But given the choice of becoming Citrine and staying home, she would become Citrine. And to become Citrine, she needed to act the part. Energetic elf boy with an outgoing personality and impulsive behavior. Very Gary Stu, but there wasn't much time to really think of much in order to get into the role. With time, her own personality will mix with the idyllic and Citrine will be a real boy. Yeah, let's go with that thought for now.
But she'd never role played outside of just text before. So instead of rushing things, she spent the last couple days trying to just get used to this new body. Walking was hard at first since Citrine was shorter than she was in real life. But it wasn't just that. Boys' legs really just move differently than girls'. The difference in the hips and the addition of the thing between the legs that makes boys boys was difficult to get used to. Not only that, but her center of balance was different as well. Overall it took two days just to get used to walking and she fell down many times. It wasn't such a big deal to do this in public because everyone was having their own troubles, though. Her voice's pitch could pass as a prepubescent boy's so she didn't have to change much about that except the words she used.
And there's the last thing, she had to change her way of thinking. She is not a girl anymore. He is a 12 year old elf boy. Got to change how he perceives himself. Need to get used to seeing this face as his own. These are not the actions of Freya pretending to be Citrine. This IS Citrine. He IS Citrine. And while sitting cross-legged on the edge of a guard rail over the river, he casually rubbed his elf ears. He had made progress in getting used to his body in the last couple days, but he had done nothing to learn more about this game world he found himself in and he spent almost all of his starter money on food. He had roughly 12 gold left. Enough for a dinner and breakfast, but not enough for a room at an inn. Though he didn't need to stay at an inn's room though. He'd been allowed to sleep in the lobby of an inn near the river. It seems a lot of inns are allowing adventurers to sleep in their lobbies while things settle down. The barmaid at that inn was really nice to him. Ahh, there's something else he needed to get used to. He made his character cute in his own eyes, did that mean he had the same effect on women in this world, too? His sexuality is up in the air at this point. On one hand, he was still sexually attracted to men, but on the other hand he was a boy now. Should he play the part of a heterosexual young boy? Difficult question that can't be avoided if he wanted to live any sort of normal life in this world. Well... maybe for just a few more days.
He scooted off the rail of the bridge and stood up on the moss-covered road, picking up his halberd that was taller than him by about a foot. He wore chainmail armor, which was nice and flexible, but still very heavy. He was glad he didn't pick plate armor, which seemed to be the standard pick for guardians in this game world. A chill blew through the air, but it wasn't enough to make him shiver. It should be the 14th of December right now. It was cold enough he could see his own breath, but not cold enough for standing puddles to become ice during the day. The sun was already below the horizon. So it was best for him to just head to the inn for a quick dinner and then sleep. He would have to learn how to fight outside of the city tomorrow in order to keep living in this world. But is that really needed, though? He heard someone died yesterday and respawned in Westminster Abbey. What if someone starved to death? Seems like an easy, albeit painful, way to avoid needing to pay for food. And it doesn't seem to be necessary for him to bathe. He has never once felt dirty or smelt smelly since being here. That sort of disappointed the girl in him. But perhaps keeping fed and the occasional bath is just for keeping some level of comfort, even if the food all tastes the same.
He walked toward the inn with his halberd over his shoulder, pole in his left hand. The heavy axe and spear point offset the balance of the weapon and made it not the best for use as a walking stick, so carrying it like this was the most comfortable for him. He entered the inn, which was slowly starting to fill up with adventurers. The inn itself was very generic looking. Stone and mortar walls that were starting to become covered in a film of dirt, though still looked better than a lot of the buildings in the city, hardwood flooring that made a loud thump every time you took a step, a fireplace with a fire that had just been stoked. By the fireplace there was a large pot, receiving heat from the fire, filling the room with a nice smell of vegetables and meat boiling in broth. A large bar lined the back of the lobby with shelves full of liquor. It looked like a simple restaurant on the ground floor. A wooded staircase by the bar led upstairs to all the rooms above.
Citrine closed the inn's door behind him so as to not let out any of the heat. He approached the bar counter with a smile. "Good evening Miss Ayers."
"Ahh, Citrine. You look better today. Getting used to things?" She was supposed to be an NPC, a person that wasn't really a person playing the game, but a programmed entity that was only supposed to be capable of simple dialogue. Though along with bringing adventurers into their character's bodies, NPCs became sentient. But unlike it just suddenly happening, from their perspective they have always been sentient. While the person in front of Citrine wasn't a player from the real world, she was a real person in this world. This world was her real world. And being a barmaid, she overhears many conversations and likely has a grasp on the whole situation. She probably knows more about everything than Citrine even does. She has his respect for that.
"No, but I am tolerating it. By the way, what's the news? Has anyone found out anything new like the guy from yesterday respawning?"
"Actually, yes. It spread like wildfire earlier. I'm surprised you didn't hear about it. Some adventurers figured out a way of preparing food so it has different taste!" She tossed a wooden bowl on the counter with a wooden spoon in it. "Go ahead and grab a bowl of the stew I've been preparing on the fire. First bowl's free because the adventurers that told me about the method for cooking gave me free ingredients. It's my first attempt, so it might not be too great."
"So that explains why the pot is actually being used then."
"So you know the method already? Is this how food is prepared where you adventurers come from."
"Yup. Something this simple is such a big deal here, huh? It can't be helped I suppose. Ah, I'll gladly be your taste tester, then!"
"Nope, you've already been beat. I already got loads of advice already. I just need the pot emptied so I can make another."
"Of course." He tried to make a disappointed expression like he had just been denied an opportunity. Citrine's way of talking to people hasn't been perfected yet, so it's a bit generic at the moment. Though this desire to help the woman who had been letting him sleep in the building free of charge was real. "Well, thanks!" He grabbed the bowl and headed to the pot. Lifting the lid up and grabbing the ladle to pour a bit of the stew into his bowl, then he put the ladle and lid back in place.
He sat against the wall right by the hearth, propped his halberd up against the wall, and started eating. The first thing he'd eaten in this world aside from basic ingredients that had any real taste to it. Though the potatoes and carrots were really soggy and the whole mixture needed more salt, it would have been considered mediocre in the real world. 2 stars Yelp review. But it was delicious given the circumstances. And it was free. No more complaints allowed.
But she'd never role played outside of just text before. So instead of rushing things, she spent the last couple days trying to just get used to this new body. Walking was hard at first since Citrine was shorter than she was in real life. But it wasn't just that. Boys' legs really just move differently than girls'. The difference in the hips and the addition of the thing between the legs that makes boys boys was difficult to get used to. Not only that, but her center of balance was different as well. Overall it took two days just to get used to walking and she fell down many times. It wasn't such a big deal to do this in public because everyone was having their own troubles, though. Her voice's pitch could pass as a prepubescent boy's so she didn't have to change much about that except the words she used.
And there's the last thing, she had to change her way of thinking. She is not a girl anymore. He is a 12 year old elf boy. Got to change how he perceives himself. Need to get used to seeing this face as his own. These are not the actions of Freya pretending to be Citrine. This IS Citrine. He IS Citrine. And while sitting cross-legged on the edge of a guard rail over the river, he casually rubbed his elf ears. He had made progress in getting used to his body in the last couple days, but he had done nothing to learn more about this game world he found himself in and he spent almost all of his starter money on food. He had roughly 12 gold left. Enough for a dinner and breakfast, but not enough for a room at an inn. Though he didn't need to stay at an inn's room though. He'd been allowed to sleep in the lobby of an inn near the river. It seems a lot of inns are allowing adventurers to sleep in their lobbies while things settle down. The barmaid at that inn was really nice to him. Ahh, there's something else he needed to get used to. He made his character cute in his own eyes, did that mean he had the same effect on women in this world, too? His sexuality is up in the air at this point. On one hand, he was still sexually attracted to men, but on the other hand he was a boy now. Should he play the part of a heterosexual young boy? Difficult question that can't be avoided if he wanted to live any sort of normal life in this world. Well... maybe for just a few more days.
He scooted off the rail of the bridge and stood up on the moss-covered road, picking up his halberd that was taller than him by about a foot. He wore chainmail armor, which was nice and flexible, but still very heavy. He was glad he didn't pick plate armor, which seemed to be the standard pick for guardians in this game world. A chill blew through the air, but it wasn't enough to make him shiver. It should be the 14th of December right now. It was cold enough he could see his own breath, but not cold enough for standing puddles to become ice during the day. The sun was already below the horizon. So it was best for him to just head to the inn for a quick dinner and then sleep. He would have to learn how to fight outside of the city tomorrow in order to keep living in this world. But is that really needed, though? He heard someone died yesterday and respawned in Westminster Abbey. What if someone starved to death? Seems like an easy, albeit painful, way to avoid needing to pay for food. And it doesn't seem to be necessary for him to bathe. He has never once felt dirty or smelt smelly since being here. That sort of disappointed the girl in him. But perhaps keeping fed and the occasional bath is just for keeping some level of comfort, even if the food all tastes the same.
He walked toward the inn with his halberd over his shoulder, pole in his left hand. The heavy axe and spear point offset the balance of the weapon and made it not the best for use as a walking stick, so carrying it like this was the most comfortable for him. He entered the inn, which was slowly starting to fill up with adventurers. The inn itself was very generic looking. Stone and mortar walls that were starting to become covered in a film of dirt, though still looked better than a lot of the buildings in the city, hardwood flooring that made a loud thump every time you took a step, a fireplace with a fire that had just been stoked. By the fireplace there was a large pot, receiving heat from the fire, filling the room with a nice smell of vegetables and meat boiling in broth. A large bar lined the back of the lobby with shelves full of liquor. It looked like a simple restaurant on the ground floor. A wooded staircase by the bar led upstairs to all the rooms above.
Citrine closed the inn's door behind him so as to not let out any of the heat. He approached the bar counter with a smile. "Good evening Miss Ayers."
"Ahh, Citrine. You look better today. Getting used to things?" She was supposed to be an NPC, a person that wasn't really a person playing the game, but a programmed entity that was only supposed to be capable of simple dialogue. Though along with bringing adventurers into their character's bodies, NPCs became sentient. But unlike it just suddenly happening, from their perspective they have always been sentient. While the person in front of Citrine wasn't a player from the real world, she was a real person in this world. This world was her real world. And being a barmaid, she overhears many conversations and likely has a grasp on the whole situation. She probably knows more about everything than Citrine even does. She has his respect for that.
"No, but I am tolerating it. By the way, what's the news? Has anyone found out anything new like the guy from yesterday respawning?"
"Actually, yes. It spread like wildfire earlier. I'm surprised you didn't hear about it. Some adventurers figured out a way of preparing food so it has different taste!" She tossed a wooden bowl on the counter with a wooden spoon in it. "Go ahead and grab a bowl of the stew I've been preparing on the fire. First bowl's free because the adventurers that told me about the method for cooking gave me free ingredients. It's my first attempt, so it might not be too great."
"So that explains why the pot is actually being used then."
"So you know the method already? Is this how food is prepared where you adventurers come from."
"Yup. Something this simple is such a big deal here, huh? It can't be helped I suppose. Ah, I'll gladly be your taste tester, then!"
"Nope, you've already been beat. I already got loads of advice already. I just need the pot emptied so I can make another."
"Of course." He tried to make a disappointed expression like he had just been denied an opportunity. Citrine's way of talking to people hasn't been perfected yet, so it's a bit generic at the moment. Though this desire to help the woman who had been letting him sleep in the building free of charge was real. "Well, thanks!" He grabbed the bowl and headed to the pot. Lifting the lid up and grabbing the ladle to pour a bit of the stew into his bowl, then he put the ladle and lid back in place.
He sat against the wall right by the hearth, propped his halberd up against the wall, and started eating. The first thing he'd eaten in this world aside from basic ingredients that had any real taste to it. Though the potatoes and carrots were really soggy and the whole mixture needed more salt, it would have been considered mediocre in the real world. 2 stars Yelp review. But it was delicious given the circumstances. And it was free. No more complaints allowed.
