Accidental Fortunes [Private]

[Besavel]

Holding on until

my hands and mind are bleeding

Hurried, pained breaths. The blonde was moving away, her body shaking slightly. It was highly possible that she would die; it was about the bright noon sun. And she had finally put that rumour to rest; the fact that she wasn't dead was a miracle, as she just about was killed instantly. Luckily for the blonde, she had been using her Samurai skill of Denkosekka to move around, and didn't notice when she touched upon a patch of wilted flowers just before the Field Boss summoned itself. Of course, the first hit lashed out, and her makeshift barrier had caught most of the damage, but the girl had flown, due to the combination of speed and force. She had just sailed through the air, as the Green slimes that had been chasing her were drawn into the boos and well.. luckily she wasn't there for the rest, as she crashed to the ground.

That had been painful, and now she limping away from that scene, aware that some of the monsters would likely find themselves near that area. The girl could almost feel the blood dribbling from her head and side, where she had been injured. With a smile on her face that spoke of almost bitterness, the blonde managed to limp herself to a tree. Resting against it, she just let the over time healing do it's work, shivering a bit at the pain. Well she had learned that, yes, they bled in this world, and that second, dying was feeling more then painful.

Thankfully, this wasn't one of those treants she had been seeing, as the girl still had her pathfinder skill active. Another breath left her chest, almost constrained with pain. Another pained breath left her chest, as she tried to relax, but couldn't. That's when she heard it; the screaming noise of an angry, angry Pittered Boar. When it's head reared out from the bush, she noted that it was damaged; and that her claymore, that had been in her hand until the ejection, was stuck in it's back. Well this was not going well, as her skill was on cooldown, and couldn't be activated again. Considering that Pittered Boars had a large aggro time, some players having been chased back to town, Besavel would either have to risk getting her sword, or wait for someone to help.

The girl was slowly backing away, trying to gauge just exactly what she would be doing, as she clicked her tongue in thought. The elf would try to run for it; but at the same time, she couldn't leave her blade in the creature. If she wasn't hurting as she was right now, she could probably get that blade, but as it was... it was impossible. The elf let out a breath, and tried to see if she could retreat, or something. But as she was backing up, she realized where she was; just on the cusp of where all of the new people usually went first, to train because of slimes. She couldn't bring this level 8 creature in there it would slaughter them! The girl would just need something to get her blade.. and then could handle the boar by herself.

Maybe if she had some help, like DPS damage? Who knew, the blonde couldn't count on the poor new people, that probably wouldn't even be bothered if she died. So she couldn't go backwards or ahead, and she couldn't rely on help. The Samurai wished she had gotten another weapon at this point.. but she didn't. Her green eyes narrowed, as determination marked her features. She wouldn't go down without a good fight, and this boar would regret messing with her, as it seemed to be winding up for a charge. The samurai breathed out, ready to counter it. She could have faith that help would arrive, but she couldn't count on it.. so she had to make a strategy by herself.

That course of action is what she needed most.

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[UnCo]

Unlucky Coincidence HP: 100% MP: 100%

"To be at the right place at the wrong time, or the wrong place at the right time. That is what it means to be the Unlucky Coincidence."

"And here it is! One of the many sources of food with actual taste... the Apple Tree!" Flashing his chipped teeth in a grin, the black werecat shaman spread his arms wide towards the lone fruit tree growing withing the Slime Killing Fields. As a Woodcutter, he naturally had a talent for telling one tree from another, which ones would yield what sort of rewards and so on... specifically, he could also tell which trees bore ingredients such a Apples.

Turning to his companion, his new (and perpetually starving) friend Ceres, UnCo swept a bow before pulling something from his inventory. With a wave of his paw and a puff of smoke, a wooden puppet in the shape of a young human girl with blonde hair appeared. She looked as yet unfinished, dressed in the traditional pierrot clothes all beginner puppeteers started with, and there seemed to be an indentation on her forehead where something should be placed.

"Please pardon her unfinished appearance, back at the other server, Fortuna here was a grand beauty to behold! Sadly, I have to remake her from the ground up, but for now I believe she can help us get a light snack." The puppet gave a light curtsey, the control rods in UnCo's paw twitching slightly to assist her movement. Gathering the puppet carefully in his free arm, the Shaman gave a grunt of effort as he tossed her up, launching her to a nearby branch with a few large apples upon it. The rod and strings suddenly began to glow as UnCo truly brought the puppet to life, the wooden doll landing gracefully on her feet upon the branch. Gathering up two of the apples, the puppet looked down at the werecat and the wolftail before leaping back down, setting herself atop UnCo's shoulder before holding the apples out towards Ceres.

"I've been doing a bit of experimenting, and it seems Puppeteering in Elder Tale is essentially exerting my will through the control rods. Considering this is a battle skill, it makes an odd sort of sense, though I would love to get her nice and properly fixed up so she'll truly be a sight to behold."

Looking to Ceres, UnCo gave a light shrug, reaching up with his free hand to take one of the apples. "So what do you think? We can help eachother out in this strange yet familiar world by sticking together. Safety in numbers and all that, ri-?" Before UnCo could say anything else, the loud, porcine roar of the Pittered Boar echoed through the area, making the black cat blanch and nearly drop his apple as he turned towards the dense forest nearby. "Oh... that's not good.." he muttered softly, looking back to Ceres with a slight look of fear. "That sounds like someone triggered the area boss!There's no way we'd be able to handle such a thing if it came this way at our level!"

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OOC NOTES: The first appearance of Fortuna the Puppet! YAY!~
Besavel Ceres

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

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[Ceres]

"A loss of control is merely an excuse. One can only learn to gain control through the experience of its loss."

"Oh? That's unfortunate...", She'd murmur lightly while taking a bite of her apple,"Sounded far away, though...Someone else'll deal with it probably."

CRUNCH! Already into her fourth, fifth bite into the apple she'd basically destroyed the ingredient with all the might of her hunger. Ravenous was a bit light a description to how she'd tear it apart, yet her dull and unenthused expression remained. She'd only truly pause as she reached a fourth of completely stripping the apple of  its 'meat'. That was just to lick her lips and glance upward at UnCo while allowing all of her weight to fall backwards so she could sit upon the earth while enjoying the remainder of the apple. Her eyes slipped by him when she continued, and carefully scanned the tree for any low hanging fruits to be possessed while she spoke.

"Anyway...from the sounds of it most of Elder Tale's combat revolves around exerting one's will...," Ceres noted,"I guess your findings confirm that. So now it's just a matter of getting used to it." 

Ceres began nibbling around the remaining core of the apple. Her free hand deftly opened her personal menu once more. First she'd go to her character data, then she'd go through her skills and let her mind fly for a moment. For that brief moment she thought about the mechanics of the game she read from the instruction manual originally. Originally combat was performed via actually selecting the skill and letting the system handle it from there...but here it was more 'intuitive' in an odd sense. Not necessarily better...but more akin to how things actually work in the real world---provided one intended to perform an action. Just like moving her arms and fingers she'd only have to consider the action on a split second whim in order for it to occur---almost on the same level. Not quite, but almost. This realization caused her to draw some understanding of what was necessary to survive...If she wanted to survive in this world her controls, the cool downs, the everything---It all had to be well understood and tightly controlled.

"You ever play a monk, UnCo...?" she questioned while finally  causing the core of the apple to collapse into its inedible pieces. Rather...the pieces she didn't like enough to eat. As far as she was concerned no part of the apple was inedible. She had no such inhibitions. 

Ah? There's that boar's roar again...Though in Ceres' mind that was someone else's problem entirely.

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