Deep Night Tryst [Private]

[Besavel]

There must be a way

to believe we can break through

The woman was staring around her, making sure she had her claymore at the ready. It was almost midnight, and if Besavel believed the rumours, there was something very, very dangerous around here. In fact, the blonde was searching for it, but the various times indicated in the rumour made it hard to pick which time. So the girl decided to go during midnight, as it was a time that was the most common. She wasn't even sure if she should actually, but she wanted to explore this world a bit further. The blonde shifted, using her eyes to locate monsters and such. Part of her wanted to pick on some of the lower leveled ones, in order to gather some more funds to fuel her projects and her guild endeavors.

Although, she didn't want to rob any new comer the chance to have some experience as well. This was a difficult problem for her, but the blonde decided to try and see if she could actually function with those of a lower level. The girl sighed as she thought about these things, and didn't spot anything out of the ordinary. Well other then a bunch of monsters, but she was quite used to them by now. Actually, they never really disturbed her in the first place, which many may find that an odd thought. After all, Besavel had accepted an alternate world almost right off the bat, simply focused on the fact she could wield a sword and happily do so.

And until she had been bluntly told the truth, it was only then that Besavel had to evaluate this world. But part of her had already gotten used to fighting, to the power that she held within her.. and wanted to move forward. She couldn't do it alone of course, but hey. That's why she was trying to build a guild from the ground up. The elf sighed once more, and let her gaze drift about. She didn't want.. to lose people. She had no idea what dying would do; on some stroke of true luck, the blonde herself had never died as of yet. Which instead of luck, was probably actually close to a Miracle or something in that sort of vein.

Perhaps she had even been blessed? Who knew, as the elf adjusted her body. She let her eyes see things, and noting a cluster of monsters up ahead, was deciding to see if she should go into it or not. Was it occupied? Was it empty? Or was someone pulling a large number of monsters? The blonde wasn't sure herself, and that's why she moved closer, in order to be able to see, to observe closer. She didn't want to cause trouble, but if someone was in trouble, she'd aid them. It was pretty dark after all, so it would be even more difficult to fight on even terms with a few mobs, never mind that veritable grouping of them she had seen with her skill.

Sometimes one had to take chances, at the very least.

[/b] Luccio Musashi
•Words; 0511
•Music; What you Want :: Evanescence
•Notes; Okay either of you can be in trouble or both, or nobody and I just walk in~ feel free to do whatever. This is for guild recruitment of course <3 [#88dfff]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[Luccio]

Luccio had conceived a lot of bad ideas in the past. There was that one thing with the five-man group fighting a raid boss in another game, for instance, or the Mage-Tank idea. This one, though, took the cake. It was hard to beat out Mage-Tank for "worst idea ever", but he'd pulled it off. And he wasn't even drunk this time!

The story began earlier today, with rumors all over London about the existence of an Elite mob. The Assassin had been selling off drinks for a while when someone had started talking about it. Apparently, there was some strange Elite version of the level 5 dull green slime. According to this, admittedly drunken, man's information, you had to fight a massive amount of dull green slimes to get it to show up. Rather than doing what any sane player would do and disregarding the information, Luccio had packed up shop and set off to the woods, intent on luring this rarest of newbie mobs out of hiding. Never mind that it was the middle of the night and he was a level four without a guild. There was adventure to be had and monotony to break!

And that was how the Assassin had wound up out in the woods at ten o'clock, spending a good two hours fighting dull green slimes individually. Bored to death with the grind, Luccio had dove into the fray and utilized Accel Dance to rapidly aggro not one, not two, but six of the low-level slimes. He was quickly being educated on the merits of one-on-one combat. "Crap crap crap crap!" Thank God Accel Dance stacked with itself and he could place an Agility sigil on his own skin; his scythe was whirling around and attempting to keep the little green cretins off of him, though his health steadily decreased as time wore on, and his MP was dropping to dangerous levels as well. "This was a bad idea!"

Besavel
Musashi
Decided I'd have Luccio be in trouble chasing the legend of Hogger-slime. Up to you all if said elite newbie mob is real or not.

MARI @ GS!

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