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| [Along the harbor area of Mac Anu is Ryusei, sitting down on the edge of the bay quietly enjoying a small meal. Though that being said, he doesn't seem to really be eating, his food is practically untouched.
He stares into the sunset, his mind elsewhere. He would occasionally look down at the water watching the waves distort his reflection or he takes out his relic then sighs.
Perhaps he is in need of some company, or maybe, a good shove into the sea. You decide.] | |
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| [There is a Steam Gunner who may or may not look familiar hanging around Mac Anu today. Really, it's more like she's just gazing in the distance while she eats a small meal - some fruit and water purchased from a nearby store. It's not a whole lot, but it's enough to fill her and give her the energy she needs to do some more level grinding.
While it does look like she has some things on her mind, she's not exactly exuding her usual "don't come near" aura. In fact, given her tendency to be out in the dungeons more often than not, now might be the perfect time to chat her up a bit.
That, or try to prank her while she's not looking. Whatever floats your boat really.] | |
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| [After a productive day out in the fields earning money, Roy heads back down the streets of Mac Anu, his arms laden with sacks and piled high with -- groceries. Did he really expect to eat them all by himself? Of course not -- he had guild members to feed!]
[But the fighter Edge Punisher had a faint frown on his face as he made his way carefully to the @Home...]
I hope someone can figure out some way to cook all of this... | |
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| [A very pleased-looking Roy Greenhilt steps out of the @Home doors in Mac Anu. He quite deliberately tucks his membership card into his inventory, then sets out for the Town Square.]
[If you know him, he won't hesitant to approach -- and if you don't, you're welcome to approach him anyway.]
[Once he gets to the Town Square, though, that's when things take an odd turn. From his inventory, he produces a fake beard, an eyepatch, an oversized helmet that casts his face into shadow, a billowing cloak that completely covers his body, and a bag that actually has "CAUTION: CONTENTS EXTREMELY MYSTERIOUS" written on the side. Quickly donning the clothing and accessories, he slings the bag over his shoulder, then produces a cane to lean on heavily.]
[Roy learned long ago that the key to attracting fellow adventurers is to look as much like an important NPC questgiver as possible.]
[And it is time to recruit for his guild.] | |
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| [If you went to "Hidden Eternity's Two Wings", you'd be greeted by a beautiful sunset and grasslands bathed in golden light. The water looks like melted gold as it reflects the light, the rhythmic sounds of the waves as they crash on the shore, and the warm breeze embracing you. If you close your eyes and listen, you would hear the sounds of combat in the distance. Upon further investigation, you would find Ryusei fighting a group of goblins by himself. He seems to have taken some damage, but his foes aren't fairing too well either.
Will you help him, or watch and see how things unfold?] | |
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| [Anyone who decides to go to this cave? May end up finding one very frustrated student council member. Never mind that he's lost, he's been ending up with random enemy encounters, enough to tire him out faster than he liked. That, and no matter how many times he uses Tsubaki explosion, for some reason it never seems as strong as he remembered.
And who the hell designed this place?!]
Just where is the exit of this place?!
[OOC: Sob I hope I am doing this right.] | |
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| [there's an edge punisher leaning against the wall at the big room where the chaos gate is. his weapon is a large broadsword literally larger than he is.
the redhead isn't doing anything, just watching the giant ring of the chaos gate spin. maybe he's waiting for someone.
or something.
who knows.] | |
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| [ John stammered back. An almost lightness to his step. The flick reaper armor was much too big for him and he looked displaced and awkward in it. He was trying to sort things out. John moved in animated and almost cartoon like motions as he paced (he wished he could float) nervously. His steps a little too wide, his arms swinging a little too widely. Think John, think. ]
[ He does a quart turn. A fist turned side wards slammed into an open palm when he figures it out. ]
I'm in the wrong video game!
[ BRB FREAKING OUT. ] | |
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| [So after getting the "Where is this, who are you, what is going on?" out of his system, Dirk Strider was purposefully and boldly exploring Mac Anu and was...kind of bemused by the fact that the city wasn't done up in purple and black.
...just saying.
He had ended up at the harbor and there he paused in his wan- purposeful exploring, as...you know what's incredibly distracting? Actually only having one self (at least for the time being) that he was aware of. Also the clothes. Also the fact that he still had no idea what the hell was going on, and, more importantly, what was happening with Roxy.
There was a certain irony in him spacing out just as badly as he did when he had multiple selves to juggle, one which was lost on the guy as he was spacing out, brooding.]
...
[Yeah, this was getting him nowhere. (And shit, the lack of purple really was throwing him off.) That was when he shook his head slightly, turned to the nearest person, and said:]
Hey.
[So verbose.] | |
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| [There is yet another new and confused face wandering around Mac Anu today. This time, it is a petite Steam Gunner. Currently her attention is split multiple ways; sometimes she is checking her Relic with a look of frustration, others she is looking intently at her surroundings as if it may clue her in on some big secret. And on some occasions, she will stare directly at your character, almost expectantly. At any rate, it is clear she will not be the first to approach, so that will be up to the other to initiate.
However… once approached, she is quick to fire off a question before any pleasantries can so much as begin.]
Where is this place? It isn’t GGO… But it can’t be SAO, either.
…Is it?
[Her voice is calm with only a slight tinge of suppressed fear. Whatever it is she’s saying, it must be some cause for concern. Why else would someone work so hard to control the tremors in their voice?] | |
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