Fox Tail
Inactive Player
Gold:
Woodcrafter
Acrobat
Guild:
Noihara
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Post by Weegee on Mar 12, 2016 2:55:43 GMT
I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD
It was about midnight when he finally reached the starting town. He had been gone for a long time, lots of things had slipped his mind in his travels, including both how to get back to London and the fact that he had access to a skill that could have brought him back here instantly. If he had remembered the skill, he would have just walked anyways, felt better for him to keep the grass under his feet than letting himself be whisked away by that awful teleport, it still made his stomach turn when he tried it.
With a heavy sigh, he leaped into the air, bounding over the heads of several sleepy people as they shuffled on their way to beds. The leaping man, garbed in his pure white leather coat seemed worse for wear due to the bags under his eyes and the sound of garbled noises coming from his stomach. A few hops down the road, he began to waver a bit more, almost drunkenly bounding from side to side before collapsing on the ground just outside of a tavern-like establishment. Leaning his back against the wall, he patted down his pockets, before realizing he didn't have any money on hand. He had almost completely forgotten that he was in a game after wandering alone for so long. As he closed his eyes, he pulled a small wooden sign from his pack as he arranged himself into a more comfortable position and laid it on his chest. For anyone interested, the sign simply read "Will work for food... Please wake if asleep."
Word Count: 266| Green= Weegee.
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A trusting heart knows no boundaries. But suffering stupidity has its limits.
Human
Inactive Player
Gold:
Scribe
Scholar
Guild:
Vylbrand
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Post by Darko Lipowitz on Mar 16, 2016 1:49:19 GMT
Darko just returned to Londinium from a night training in the Windsor Greatwood. Although he was tired from hunting down creatures in the night that did not depend on vision, it was truly worth the time. Now he had proven himself able to take on other creatures in the dark without any worry, and also detect any suspicious figure hidden in the shadows, may it be an adventurer, a person of the land, or a creature searching for a prey. As he walked the streets of the city at night, he felt like he was walking in daytime since his eyes were used to the stark darkness of the forest.
As he was viewing the dimly-lit area of the city as he walked within the streets, he noticed some figures lying on the pavement. As Darko stared at the humans lying on the street, he noticed that they are beggars, most of them people of the land. He had already expected that there would be humans of such type to have beggars since they do not have the means to work, but seeing some Adventurers also lying on the street begging for alms made him irritated. Although he had wanted to go back to his own world as soon as possible, for Adventurers like him this should be considered a Utopia. As long as you do something for work, you should not starve here, unless you are both an idiot and a sloth. And those kinds of people are the same kinds of people that Darko despised a lot, let alone those people who are both of these two kinds. Well except that person garbed in white with that signboard. Darko was sure that the person was an Adventurer, given his non-tattered clothes, but the manner of him lurching showed that he was in serious need of food and rest. The fact that he stated in the signboard that he wanted to work for his food showed that he was seriously wanted to work but his money and energy were fully spent. But since his energy was spent, it would be nonsense to speak with him, let alone made him work, unless he was given the right food and rested for a good while. But as Darko had no food in his possession right now, he decided to leave the person first to search for some bakery where he can buy some bread for the person.
As he continued to walk on the street he noticed a familiar figure also walking at the same street. Oh yeah he remembered the guy. He was that same guy that he had seen very frantic as he bumped into him. He was also a Sorcerer and he showed serious talent as he sized him up. He would not think that the person was currently was on the same level as he was, since he devoted himself into tailoring, and only showed up rarely in the field, but still he was the only person who, although he was somewhat irritated at his mannerisms, was somewhat comfortable to be with. And maybe he could help him find something for that person with the signboard to work with. He then called that person out. "Fubuki, how's your life going?" |
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However hard it is, I'll try to bring happiness to this world!~
Human
Inactive Player
Gold:
Tailor
Idol
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Post by Fubuki on Mar 16, 2016 2:55:42 GMT
Fubuki was strolling happily in the night. His tailoring business had been great, and he just bought something for his dinner from the earnings of the day. He had never thought that it would happen to him, since the shop that he had rented had never sold anything for two months. But the recent surge of customers in his shop had him startled. He had earned some loyal customers in the process, had earned enough to pay his rent for two months, and also had enough to buy himself a good dinner on his way home. Although he learned later that the reason for the recent surge of orders was that some of the neighboring shops lacked thread, at the very least someone had appreciated his crafts. And he know for sure that some of the people who had bought from him would return again to buy. It was midnight, and fortunately Fubuki managed to buy something for his dinner. He had passed a lot of shops, and most of them were closed for the night, except for the shops of some adventurers who were enterprising enough to take advantage of it and be nocturnal in the process. He once thought he should do the same thing a month ago, but when he tried, he woke up the next day so lost in his senses that he can not make new outfits. As he occasionally passed by some of those shops open in the night, the thought of opening the shop at night passed again before him, but the issuing yawn from his mouth told him that he should retire for the night and open the shop at day so as to preserve his ideas. As he continued to walk towards the inn that he was always staying since he came into this world, he saw a familiar figure walking the opposite direction. No, he had known the person since the very start of his stay in this world. As he was being trained by that person in the use of magic in fighting conditions, he knew that he was a very brilliant Sorcerer, and he had always aspired to become like him in using spells. From the start, he idolized that person. And so he was happy to meet him again, and doubly happy when he greeted him. He had known him to be rude at times, but this was a good change and he liked to be on good speaking terms with this person who he had thought to be a larger-than-life personage. "Hello, Darko-sempaiiii!" He cheerfully greeted. "Well, my tailoring shop had been doing great lately! I hope you visi..." He stopped when he heard a grumbling sound of a hungry stomach. From the distance of the sound he was sure that it did not come from him nor from Darko. He searched for the location of the sound, when his eyes became fixed on a person nearby. The person was holding a wooden placard with the words "Will work for food... Please wake if asleep.", and he seemed to be not fed for days. The sight saddened Fubuki deeply and he said beneath his voice, "Poor man, he's really starved." He then moved towards the person, woke him up, and handed him a sandwich he just recently bought. It was supposed to be part of his dinner, but since he thought he can spare it, he did not think for another time. He then said to the person, "Maybe my salary is not good, but I can offer you a job at my tailoring shop if you are fine with it."MADE BY PHEO |
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Fox Tail
Inactive Player
Gold:
Woodcrafter
Acrobat
Guild:
Noihara
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Post by Weegee on Mar 16, 2016 3:54:52 GMT
I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD
Weegee had closed his eyes, steadying his haggard breathing and regaining a bit more control over his body, at least enough not to immediately start shaking if he were to stand up. Despite the improvement on his condition his stomach still rumbled loudly... loudly enough to apparently draw the attention of a passerby. He opened his eyes, their gaze refocusing to find a sandwich being held towards him and a pair of people looking towards him. With a nod, he took the food and took a large bite. Looking at the person who gave him the sandwich, he gave a nod before hopping to his feet.
"Sounds like a decent plan, my name is Weegee. A pleasure to meet you."
His monotone voice followed swiftly behind an extended hand as he continued speaking.
"Though, I am no tailor, though I do think of myself as a decent Woodcrafter. Perhaps I can make a nice sign or some wooden furniture if you'd like."
He took another bite as he looked at the other person, from the way the voices had interacted earlier, they must have at least known each other. Wasn't really his business, though the voice in the back of his head was interested to know.
"What kind of work did you have in mind for me, like I said, can't make clothes but guess I could handle some transactions."
Another bite disappeared into the strange monk's mouth before disappearing into his body. His eyes moved slowly from the face of the person possibly hiring him, to what hovered just above his head for the monk.
"Umm... Wait a minute... Why do you have a health bar and all above your head?"
He looked genuinely confused as he looked back and forth between the bar and the guy's face, despite the monotone of his voice. He pressed a hand against his head as he slowly shook it side to side.
"Are... we still stuck in the game?... How long have I been in the forest?"
Word Count: 335| Green= Weegee, Cyan= Zeek
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