A second chance (Solo Rp)

[davak]

The grass was soft, grass? The first motion zapped through Karuso, his left hand twitched than his right, the pupils hidden under his eyelids trembled, something was off, lifting his arm of the grassy floor he moved it over his vision of sight, something was very wrong. This wasn’t his hand, or well it might have been he wouldn’t relay be able to know, as this hand was covered by a combination of white bandages and what seemed to be fingerless gloves. His body halted all movement as his pupils widened focusing harder on the outstretched hand in front of him. Motionless he laid there, surrounded by hundreds of others, that his mind was desperately trying to ignore, the young adult slowly gained full conscious and control of his body, his new body.



Using that hand that didn’t seem to be his he lifted himself of the green grass and stood up, the sun shined in his face but it felt off, the hand touched his nose, and another shook, his nose didn’t feel the same, Karuso shook his head and spun around, this was all so off. Stumbling forward a couple of steps he stood near a small pond, he knew what had to be done but he feared the result. And still he needed to find out what was going on here, and so with shaking hands he looked down on the still water. An odd figure looked back at him where the reflection of a blonde boy should be, this was ridiculously off, the panic grasped his body and he sank to his knees.



And it was there that he remembered where he had seen the boy wrapped in bandages before, Elder Tale, a videogame he had gotten only a few days prior to now, but where and when was now ? In the distance he saw others, dressed up in other fantastical based clothing. Taking one step at a time towards the group, he suddenly loses the balance and fell forward, trying to catch his fall his hand flings forward, a familiar noise rings through his ears as his vision is suddenly disturbed by pictures and writhing with different color schemes that float in front of him. Looking down his body he realizes he didn’t fall at all. His memory explains the situation, when creating this character Karuso intentionally made him larger than he relay was, he had never considered ending up in the body and thus hadn’t considered the consequences.



Looking around he steps back and carefully takes a seat near the pond form earlier, he looked over the pop ups floating before his grasp. Yes he knew what this was, it was the Elder Tale interface ... Karuso grasped for breath, so it was true, he was inside the game, he was inside the damn game. He dug his face inside his hands, as if he was trying to hide from this new world. A good minute or two he sat in pure disbelief about the current situation, looking up he quickly understood that he wasn’t the only one that was breaking down, multiple other players scattered around the small garden area and seemed more or less in the same situation that he was in. Karuso mustered the distance, a huge cathedral towered above most of the at least three story buildings, the cathedral seemed to be the only place that wasn’t completely eaten up by the wines, that seemed to be the dominating species in the area.



Karuso mustered his hands again ... something was truly off.

[davak]

Karuso sighed as he looked down on a group of people two floors lower than him, fighting about something. The moment the young man understood what being stuck in this world was all about he left the crowed place and hid on the third floor of an empty building next to the cathedral. Avoiding people was sort of a specialty of his now days, he sighed as he took a seat on a self-build throne of bricks that he had found lying around on the empty floor. Uncomfortable as he was, he looked through his inventory; it was pretty much completely empty. Karuso tried hard to remember what the last thing was that he remembered, but all that came to mind related to the game was the update, had that caused the apocalypse as people were already calling it?

Karuso didn’t know, and he didn’t care, he was hungry, standing back to his full height he walked over to a huge hole in the wall from which he had spied on passing bys earlier, another look before he leaped down landing one floor lower on a what seemed to be the wall that was missing in the floor above that stuck out here, from there he slid down to the ground, and begun walking down the alley. Finding a food stand was harder than one would except, it seemed the Npc were also influenced by the general gloominess of the adventurers.

Little whispers here and there, but no real conversation, was all that the mummy like boy picked up on, most people had taken a similar fashion than himself and hidden away in the huge city, Karuso had never been in England but he knew that this server was remodeled after it, to a half scale of course, so much he remembered. After spending what little gold he had to get himself some food, the next tragedy of the day struck to poor boy. The food had absolutely no taste, the burger tasted exactly like any the chips or the meatballs. Disappointed he walked back to his hiding spot, on the way he watched a group of what appeared to be samurais trying to light a fire, he quickly remembered that the game had set restriction on not being able to use offensive skills in the city, or any other safe zone.

Deep in thought the boy kept walking trying to remember some of the laws that this world set upon them. Right now he hardly had the money to stay at even the cheapest inn, and so at least for tonight sleeping in the run down building would have to be a possibility. But he made sure that he would have some fire, Karuso had done it before in real life. A good thing the town was full of tress and other flora that the young men could take. Back in the abandoned house lighting the fire wasn’t to much trouble. And so he was able to spent a good few hours of sleep before waking up in the morning in a world that he didn’t yet understand.

[davak]

Karuso woke up, his eyes gazed out of the huge hole in the side of the building just in time for the young boy to watch the sun in his new world rise from over the horizon. It was beautiful and scary simultaneously, beautiful because it looked so real, scary because it looked so real. Turning around he let his hand slide along the dusty ground, he felt the cold stone, its edges its rough skin. The mummified boy rose to his feet. And he came to the same conclusion as he had the day before, none of this just looked real, no this was real, real … he had to give those words a second to sink in before.

He opened his interface and took a look at his skills and stats, one of the things popped up in his line of sight startled him, the name … Crow? Crow, the name he had given his avatar. Crow was that his name here? Crow actually stood for Worc, which resulted in spelling the name revers; it was the name of the software his uncle had created that got the two of them out of the slums and into a real life.
He liked it, Crow, why not … this was a new world it was a second chance, thus a second name was needed and provided … Crow it was.

The next matter on his to do list was his stats and so on; he needed to level up, train, the game stuff. Right now there was no order, no real laws, it was the rule of the jungle a rule that the young man knew to well.

A couple moments and a few stairs later he stood on the roof of the abandoned building, his gaze sucked up building after building eaten by the snake like flora that ruled this entire area. In its streets people hustled from here to there, Karuso didn’t relay look for them though, he wanted to take a look at the gate that led out of the safe zone. It wasn’t long until he noticed a rather large gate, north of him. His decision in mind the monk took off, just as he wanted to head for the stairs he stopped, and walked to the edge of the roof, the next building was only a couple of steps away. He stood in thought, why was he even thinking about trying to jump it? It was like his body wanted him to do it, he put a good few meters between him and the edge. Than he considered it again … second chance huh? And with that he ran, ran and leaped … and landed. It had felt almost natural to him, his body had nearly automatically known what it had to do, when it had to jump and how it had to land. Karuso liked it … and he didn’t stop there, the sensation of what he imagined adrenaline to feel like aroused his body as his sprint picked up on speed again and before he knew it he had leaped a second time.
The bandaged monk in his far too large kimono raced across the roofs of the city aiming to reach the gate that led into a place yet unexplored.

[davak]

The wind in his hair, the sun in his back and the constant switch of ground and air beneath his feet drove Karuso to the edge of excitement, the bandaged monk was leaping from one building to the next leaving small alleys and the people under them behind him. At first he had chosen to move towards the gate that led out of the protected safe zone which was the city, but realizing that the gaps and spaces would be too big between the buildings he instead decided to keep his new found activity going and simply followed the building in whatever direction he could.

The sensation ran down his back as he leaped and landed a almost too long distance and just barely his feet reached the edge of the grey with green covered stone work. But this time he had outplayed himself, the stone under him was old, according to game lore thousands of years back when the ancient ones still ruled over the land. As he put all of his weight on to that one space the rock cracked broke and fell sending the boy soaring towards the ground with it, but before he would make the very uncomfortable meeting with the ground he tried to grab on to the wooden edge of a window, this was successful at first but here to he wasn’t able to keep his weight balanced enough to stay dangling, and fell the last few meters to the paddle stone ground.
Now lying in the dark alley between two houses that seemed to belong to the npcs or people of the land as they were called in game, Karuso was rather surprised at the situation.

He was stuck in a game world that he only knew about from reading the lore books and manuals, he was stuck in another body that wasn’t his own, he had a new name, and was forced to life a new live here. He stood up, the pain was bearable, there had been worse.

He stepped out of the alley leaning against its side to peak at the people around him, it was a relatively thick road and only a bit further ahead he saw a crossing that lead to what he knew to be the main road of the city, which in return led to the gate that he had originally being looking for, he was closer to his destination that he had expected.
With his head tilted down, in order to avoid the gaze of others he carried his rather tired body through the streets aiming for the huge open arch that was the border between the city and the wild world of Elder Tale , a rather freighting thought the young man juggled in his mind, considering the monster that lived outside.

As he neared his destination he realized the gather of players around the area, he was rather surprised at it considering it hadn’t been long since they all were stuck here and the idea of leaving the protection of the city was not one to take on the light shoulder.

The boy neared himself the crowd.

[davak]

Karuso shuffled through the crowd of people that had all banded together to watch as a group of players left across the bridge that led out of the safety zone that resembled London and in to the wild. As the mummified monk hushed past player after player he was able to pick up a few words out of their conversations from them "Cant believe there leaving it’s only the second day", "There not the first ones though“, „What if they die?" Karuso was in awe, he hadn’t expected the situation to be this tense, it was true that he hadn’t exactly planned on leaving but he also hadn’t expected it to be this extreme, was it really that dangerous outside?


The commotion of people tiered him out relatively quickly, after having watched the armed players leave the bridge and disappear from sight, the crowd quickly dispelled and Karuso followed. Leaving to get himself some breakfast.


After yet another tasteless meal the young man took on the long walk back to his starting point, the run down house near the parliament building. Tired from the long walk he decided to take make time for a nap. Heading a bit further from the building he found the park from which he was able to look to the cathedral, the parliament building and his temporary housing all at once. Embraced by the shadow of a rather large tree the boy leaned against the rough but oddly comforting texture of the brown giant and quickly fell asleep.


But a sudden scream woke the dozing player in an instant, looking up he knew it had come from the large cathedral which stood tall on the other side of the park, instinctively racing towards it, along with a few others he was one of the first one to get there, after having arrived on scene, he found the cathedrals inside empty aside from a single person that laid on the altar in the middle of the huge room.


The female mage as it seemed judging from her look, white red robes and a big wizard hat, got of the altar grabbed her head in pain and walked along the stone path towards them, a random voice shouted out from behind Karuso “What’s wrong, what happened?” the answer was short and abrupt “I died” there was absolute silence … everyone knew what she meant and what it meant … if a player dies they would revive at a cathedral. Some others hadn’t quite caught on to the train of thought and bugged her about what she meant with this, but it became very clear very quickly, and the news spread like a fire through the city Karuso left as quick as he could, there was much for the young man to think about, honestly this changed everything, in a world where death meant nothing what was there to fear? Soon this place would become a lot more lively and dangerous than he would like it to be, and with that as a thought Karuso knew he had to become Crow faster than he might want to …. He needed to train.

[davak]

Karuso got home quicker than he had anticipated, well considering he called a large dusty ruined room in the third floor of an abandoned and plant dominated building his home. He was hasty and very much in thought. All this new info, all the happening of the last days had quite an impact on the young man. The game was still a game if you think about it, the same effect, ideas and themes were presented in this new world, aside from the fact that it was simply no longer in what you would call “game” aspect but it was a real life, well immortal life but a life none the less.
He stood up, people had already begun making their move and traveling outside the city, it had been, by now probably established that death is not the end in this new world. Very soon the power struggle would begin, this much was clear, all the adventures had started at level 1 giving no one a real advantage against each other but now the race to superiority would begin. Order and law would be constructed, somehow, the only question was if this would have a positive impact or an negative one.

The problem was his fear, the fear of this world, of immortality, of survival… the young man who had leaned against this wall with one arm fell into his rage and punched the cold unresponsive wall.

Than a thought ran through his head … Why did I punch the fist with an underhand? He stepped back and looked at the closed hand forming a fist. He started to connect the lines, earlier when he had been able to do jump the gaps, he had felt the odd sensation of his body knowing exactly what to do… maybe … maybe it would be the same for fighting, and being a monk who excelled in hand to hand combat he should be able to automatically know how to fight as well.

Karuso turned around once more and walked over in the middle of the room which was were a relatively clean and thick stone column stood which held up the roof above his head. The same column could be found in every floor of the building. The monk took a jab at the stone, he didn’t feel it this time it happened just like he directed his body to do it.
What was it that he was missing, it was the automatic responsiveness that was probably what he was missing, he needed to draw his energy form somewhere, mentally of course. Just now it had been the anger that caused his reaction, and considering that he was gone be fighting anger did seem like a legit cause.

He breathed out and in trying to calm himself down, than he revisited the feeling of a few moments prior to this the fact that he was stuck in a new world and robbed of his old one, the knowledge that without his brother he was a nothing, and that he was completely unable to change any of this. His hand twisted perfectly straight his fingers formed like clay into a tight fist, Kinect energy burst out of him as his arm almost leaped away from his body and twisted in the process creating a straight punch, which outstretched itself fully directly at the point of impact, leaving a crack in the pole.

The boy grinned wildly…

[davak]

A swift turn of his body and a lifted leg resulted in yet another kick against the stone column that stood in the middle of the large run down room. The large grin that hadn’t left his face since he had found out about his character given hand to hand skills, was growing with every kick. Dropping his legs to the ground he released two quick jabs at the stone before doing another spin and finishing the combo with an elbow strike. The sensation he had felt earlier returned and he left the pole and instead gave himself some space inside the room.

Here he begun to move through different martial figures, at this point his body literally moved just by thought, even though he could feel his muscle tense up in between the figures he didn’t really make them move as such.

The more lose he became, and the more he was able to control this felling the better the figures became, and the fast he was able to switch in-between them, shorting the time it took from one move to the next, and so it ended up being a bluer of cloth and bandages as the young monk sped through move after move.

After he saw himself release a double kick with a quick spin of his body, he started to understand the limit of his abilities, and as he was taking a small beak he began to match up the idea of the automatic knowledge probably being linked to his current level, thus the higher the level the better the natural given abilities in one’s class. He leaned against a wall and slid down to the ground on it, before he took out a bottle of water from his inventory and refreshed his tired body.

But the break didn’t last long, he got up again and stripped down his thick kimono, revealing that his entire upper and lower chest were also bandaged and continued all the way to the bottom of his feet, and all the way to his wrist.

Standing back in the open space he had made with himself, he begun to practice again, he begun with spreading his legs out equally which gave him a sturdy stand, he lifted his arms and stretched them
away from his body to the left and the right accordingly, as he slowly breathed out he brought his arms back to his body turned them and pressed them to the side as he tightened his hands to a fist. Than as he breathed in he let lose a slow motion barrage of punches in which he let one arm after the other turn to its right side and stretch out as if he were punching an imaginary enemy. He repeated the process speeding it up every time, until he reached a satisfying speed, than he brought foot movement into it, where he would shift to one or the other side and elbow strike with the according side he moved into.

At this point it changed from being a thing that his body did by his own, to movement that he purposely did and could control, he was starting to become what he was supposed to be in this world.

[davak]

The end of the second day of this new world was approaching as the sun set in the background of a huge town, based on London and covered almost exclusively with different vines, flowers and roots of trees. The shadows of the few taller buildings that were still standing stretched over the remained of the ruins that resembled most buildings in the entire city.

On top of such a ruined building sat a boy who was almost as covered in bandages as the floor beneath him was covered in vines. Facing the sun which drowned in the horizon, the boy clenched his fist and lifted them in to his direct lie of sight.

In all honesty, the boy was sacred; there was much to fear and much that they didn’t know … most importantly how he would get back to his real world. But he had made peace with himself and decided to see this as something new, see it as a second chance. And with that in mind it was time to release himself from the chains of his real life and take on the personality he was took up when he started this game.

Karuso would die right here and now, and Crow would be born, the memories of his past locked away until he was able to return to the world that these memories belonged to …

The game was on …