[Lvl.1 Grind] Frank! NO!

[Nox]

Nox Means Night

Nox walked along the streets of Londinium silently with his sword in its scabbard bouncing on his waist as he made his way towards the edge of the city. Nox had never actually used a sword before, heck not even a knife or dagger, in combat before. But, within this new world a sword, ax, spear, grimoire, or any other type of weapon including you fist were what would decide whether or not a person would live if they took even a step outside of Londinium. It was that single fact that was what was causing Nox to dare step outside of Londinium before learning everything the city itself had to offer. To be able to survive was and always would be the most important thing to the young man. Thus Nox was making his way out of the city when he just so happened to stumble upon an odd, but a rather welcome opportunity.

"Frank! You're not an Adventurer and dammit you aren't a tank! GET OVER HERE!" Everyone nearby, Nox included, whipped their heads in the direction of the booming voice of a man. Nox instantly started to analyze the man, well equipped, probably a member of the city guard and seems to be paired with the man he was yelling at, some person named Frank. Nox quickly took his eyes off of the yelling man and saw Frank who could only defend behind his great shield from the attacks of a litter of young boars.

Nox saw instantly that the situation before him was perfect for his practice in swordplay. Nox silently drew forth his sword in a rough hurried movement, not use to such an action, before speaking forth a chant. Nox called forth a memory in his head, one of a Summoner calling forth the same creature Nox was about to, "Come forth, Phantom." A purplish black circle instantly formed in front of Nox and after the words are said a small shadowy creature jumped upwards out of the magic circle with a small scythe in its hands while wearing a skull mask in front of its face. With sword in hand, Nox bounded forth towards the onslaught, ready to learn how to fight with a sword. 


WC: 374/374
Tags: Nova , Saskia

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[Nova]

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[attr="class","textie"]One week. One whole week. Nova has been stuck in this new world for seven whole days, he didn't sign up for this. He just wanted a game that he could play with his little sister, but to his dismay, he couldn't even get that. He took shelter in the far off corners of town, near the city guard, petrified by the fact that he was in unknown territory and no idea if there was a possible way to return home or not. He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if he were to die here. He curled himself into a ball, sniffling all the while. It felt like his mind was going break at any moment, he hasn't felt the need to eat at any point since arriving in Londinium. It was like he was living in a never ending nightmare and the only solace he could take was the fact that his sister didn't get caught up in this mess.[break][break]


After a few minutes of heaving, his stomach growled as if it was a beast stalking its' prey. After missing dinner for that long, it was only natural. He wiped away his tears and got up, he didn't know where to start at all. He was starving, but didn't have the coin to buy anything to eat, nor did he have any idea of how to get any of this game's currency. The burning star shone brightly, the young boy had to shield his eyes from the sun's radiance. He looked around, slowly taking in his whereabouts and the people. Anytime that anyone would get close, he'd immediately look down, using his white locks as a makeshift barrier to stop anyone that seemed like they wanted to say anything to him. His tendencies from his world were still broad enough that they still made him act like this.[break][break] 


He gritted his teeth, hating this side of him more and more with every minute, even more so that he was in a world that wasn't his own. He had to strike out and officially break the pattern that he created for himself. "This is not the time nor place to be shying away from everything, Aster. You are better than this," he whispered to himself. He took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, he cast his gaze straight ahead. If this was the path he had to walk, then so be it, he was tired of his old life. Although, he still had his doubts and fears, he had to put them aside and try to adapt to the new lifestyle that was forced upon him. A loud shout caught his attention, "Frank! You're not an Adventurer and dammit you aren't a tank! GET OVER HERE!"[break][break]


He rushed to source of the shouting he heard, only to see that a man was being chased by a pack of young boars. He only had to guess that was Frank who was being chased around, guess someone's popular around here. This was the chance he was looking for, a chance to make his debut. He reached for the dagger that was hanging from his belt, his hand was trembling. He was still scared and for good reason, he never once used a weapon. His caught a glimpse of someone who was exuding a dark aura, while a dark figure with a scythe stood close by. The man brandished his sword as he rushed toward the onslaught of roaring pigs.[break][break]


Nova clicked his teeth, "If he can rush headlong, then dammit I can too!" Finding his long lost resolve, he steeled himself as he took his small blade in hand. He held out his free hand, "Fireball Pitch!" A small burning life sprouted in the palm of his hand, he winced away but realized that the little flame wasn't there to hurt him. It was there to help him. A small smirk cross his face, he fixed his crimson orbs on the swarm of piglets. Let's do this, he thought as he ran into the thick of the ongoing fray.

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