[Social] Power of Lavender

[Lowblow]

	「 Lowblow 」<Level 1> Armor: Starter Platemail Main Weapon: Starter Staff Items: Type something. OOC: Type something.	HP 100% MP 100%
Tags: Spades	Skills: None Activated

Chirping birds littered the still canopy of leaves, a slight save haven for wild animals alike was created thanks to the city guard's presence being so close, in the form of an oaken watchtower who's inhabitants kept their searing eyes towards threats to Londinium's borders. In short, Lowblow stumbled upon some sort of grove where most mobs steered away from because of the watch from the guards on the watchtower, apparently some of them pass by here if they're the nature loving sort. Those overleveled buggers can easily one-shot just about whatever came by here like a breeze, though Low only got to know a sparse few since he turned this place into a frequent sleeping spot, if he felt very lazy anyway.

The tall healer brushed his bare hands across the grass mound he sprawled across with glee, stuff like this made him keenly aware how real this new reality truly was, it made Hugh reminisce on old memories about doing the exact same like now. Creating grass angels was harder to do here though due to the grass being cut fairly short, it would seem this place was maintained? Or was this a side effect of being once a game? Well whatever the case, the feeling of nature was always peaceful for him, almost enough to start singing some old songs.

Almost anyway, Hugh decided to get back up eventually, from his muffled hair two wolf ears poked out in curiosity of the sounds around him, unusual rustling started to collect somewhere but the definite location was unknown because he was still unused for having such sharp hearing. Laxly resting his hand onto the staff beside him, Hugh's eyes scanned the area but nothing surprising jumped out in front of him. The wolf in turn took his gaze behind, half expecting some kind of animal to squander in if lucky, or some guard on lunch-break.

[Spades]

    Within the brush Spades silently watched the rabbit limping through the grass clearly injured by something earlier, "I need food" the monk thought to himself. How he ended up going a few days without eating was beyond him but he was far past the point of remembering how he was able to screw himself over, he knew that he saw a weakened creature and with that he saw meat. The rabbit was limping into an open grove where a tall decently dark skinned man was standing with a staff, taking note of a potential enemy Spades turned on his Iron Body skill and got low to the ground. Taking a deep breath he charged at a full sprint at the rabbit, the creature in turn ran towards the person already standing at the center and ran behind him. Stopping just in enough time that he would not run the random person over he looked up in anger and yelled "YOU JUST COST ME MY LUNCH!!!" as the rabbit quickly limped to the other side of the clearing and into the brush Spades turned off his skill turning the iron colored fur back into midnight black save for a diamond small area around his mouth that was a patch of white. Still fuming mad Spades really needed something to punch, he looked around for something that was a monster and he saw the person that had caused his anger in the first place. With his target sighted Spades' emerald eyes shined for just a moment and he stepped back enough that there was 3 meters between them, getting into a fighting stance and offered him a challenge that was more like a order, "You owe me for getting in the way of my lunch, why don't you make it up to me by offering me a uh.. friendly match" 


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[Lowblow]

	「 Lowblow 」<Level 1> Armor: Starter Platemail Main Weapon: Starter Staff Items: Type something. OOC: Type something.	HP 100% MP 100%
Tags: Spades	Skills: None Activated

Butt still firmly on the grass beneath, Hugh's lap was briefly shared with a bloodied bunny rabbit who's person slowly flopped into a nearby brush that was several feet away, the entire time the wolf just stared towards the primal werecat who came ready for a fight until his eyes laxly shifted towards the rabbit, who got away fundamentally unscathed from the encounter with the wolf. The rabbit was four times both their levels but due to it's cowardly personality, it ran away with a scamper.

"You do realise you could've just hit it while it ran away?" Low was more surprised by the idiot who didn't know how to hunt properly, by looks of his cloth get-up the werecat was some type of physical attacker like a monk. Once the iron sheen was unveiled from the feline, Low realised this poor excuse of an adventurer was a real monk. "Besides, sit down. If you're caught fighting me here we'll both be in trouble with the fuzz" Low pointing towards the outpost in the distance, although hard to see from his own point of view, the cat could be able to see the roof from the slight open canopy of trees cluttered around the area.

"You're quite the muscle head, you got some bad blood with people? You seem more, of the wild type of person then just a perverted gamer who wants to cause damage to everything around them. If you're a bandit though...that's a different thing entirely if you can't keep those fists in your pockets" A slight hint of annoyance passed by his tone while the wolf said it, he hated those idiotic adventurers who did what they pleased to this world's humans, animals and other wildlife without a care in the world. Most likely more attacks from the Bandits will rise, more adventurers giving into temptation to steal and riot because of the heavy taxes placed on us and there is a possibility that most adventurers will be labelled as criminals and/or all cathedral re-spawned adventurers be locked into cells without trial.

"Most importantly, you want to eat something right? I'm going to a bar soon so you might as well as join me, if want it on the house anyway..." His hand patting the ground, a slight smile escaped his normal stoic face, his gaze later on turning towards the nature before him. The grove around him began to light up once more, partial rays of light shone through the ends of the canopy whilst the open top forced Hugh to bathe through the sun's ethereal light. Warmth, something we desired and created.