[IC] Kingdoms of the Sky Online.

[Ike]

For the third day in a row, the massive sun of this plane came drifting over the seemingly endless horizon marking yet another day in this awful world. To most this place was a prison, it was a place they didn't want to be in a situation they really didn't ask for. To others this was a haven, a place they could begin anew and start a life where they felt like they could be someone. Within the first five hours of the game, more than five percent of the population failed to adapt to this reality. Within the first two days, that number jumped up to twenty percent. For most, this information shook them to their core causing some to feel the desire to rally the community together in order to fight for survival and escape the game while others decided it was survival of the fittest and just like humans with different ideas do in the real world, these ideals clashed. A new rise in player-based attacks has sparked fear among the community. PVP-based groups slaying weak players and looting them in order to advance quicker than an average player have begun to form together. The worst part of this all, nobody has even entered the Womb of Thea yet where real evil lurks.

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Cloudhaven's East District - Early Morning.

A figure could be seen standing on one of the many balconies that surrounded the east district's garden, facing outwards towards the open sky where the sun sat preparing to begin its long trek upwards into the sky before it would go back down and bring the day to another close. The garden itself was full of many types of fauna some familiar; oak trees, sunflowers, various colorful tulips and some not such as the strange bush that appeared to have a blueish glow emanate from it which sat lonely in a plant pot beside the man on the raised marble balcony. The figure removed the large blue hood that draped over his face and allowed it to fall back revealing a lightly tanned face with a perplexed look stamped on it.

Eli sighed and looked up at the sun, he could feel the heat from it on his face and even looking at it caused his eyes to sting but he knew it wasn't really there. His gaze shifted down to his palms which he rotated and studied carefully. These were not the hands he was accustomed to, they were strong and reliable unlike his soft, boney hands he had grown up with. Eli gripped the railing of the balcony and squeezed the hardened material feeling the muscles in his forearm tense up, the power behind them and the feeling of real strength made him smile. Having grown up his whole life as a noodle of a human, uncoordinated, unbalanced and weak the feeling of power gave him a confidence he never had before. Back before this, when he was Paul the world was terrible to him. He lacked friends, motivation, confidence and nobody in their right mind would ever tell him he was attractive in the slightest, being Elijah was a massive improvement. Looking back up to the sky he closed his eyes and allowed the sun to warm him some more while he began to ask himself "Do I even want to return to the real world?"

As if on cue, a high-pitched voice cut through his mind causing him to spin on his heel and turn looking back to where he believed it had come from yet nobody was there. "Paul" the voice came again but this time from another direction causing his head to swivel. As he turned he could make out a small silhouette running towards him, his younger sister Stephanie. His eyes became the size of dinner plates and he began walking towards her "Ste.. Steph?" he almost began to sprint when the mirage faded. Blinking a few times, Eli looked back and realized the figure was not there anymore, or if it had been there at all for that matter. Sighing he flipped the large hood back over his head and mumbled to himself "Yeah.. I miss home." With that he began to trudge back to town with his head pointed towards the ground, he needed to get home no matter how much he hated his life he needed to return for his sister but just how would he ever get to that point?

Cloudhaven's Market District - Midday.

The market place was crammed full of people, some NPCs were shouting out sales they offered or exotic items they had in store. Various players walked about inspecting the goods that were offered, some were joking with other players and Elijah could see the world was beginning to get itself together, people had companions now. Continuing down the main road of the market place, he came to a point where the road split. One path lead up a steep hill towards the castle where houses were covered with 'For Sale' signs but the lack of Players made it obvious nobody had the money to afford those property yet. The lower path lead down towards the cheaper section of town which let out to the town square where the notice board sat. The majority of the homes on this road had been bought out by small groups of players or aspiring guilds, trying to make a place for themselves in this world. Elijah wandered down towards the lower path and took in the various shacks that lined the area. Some were clearly makeshift guild halls with signs out front advertising for new members; "Iron Boar Guild - Recruiting", "Retro - Always accepting newcomers!", "The Lion's Place - A place for the noobs". Queues of players stood outside almost every claimed building, hoping to claim a spot in one of the many guilds.

Elijah continued on down the path and came across a large stone bridge going over a canal. Looking over the side, he could see the canal reached for a long time before it simply dropped off the edge of the floating landmass. He tried to imagine where it possibly could've gone from there when he noticed seven being lining the sides of the canal. Upon closer inspect, they were clearly players, some of which simply laid there unmoving covered with dirty blankets and facing the stone walls of the canal appearing almost dead while others sat with their backs to the wall seemingly talking to themselves, people had already begun losing it. A quick feeling of despair shot through his chest causing Elijah to once more think about his sister, would he ever see her again? Walking along he began to think about the real world once more, wondering what possibly they could've thought about this whole ordeal. The world must've been in some sort of chaos from the aftermath of this event, that thought made Eli realize one thing - he could potentially be part of the history books for whatever comes out of this world. "Cool.." he muttered to himself, causing a few passing players to exchange a look with one another before bursting into laughter. Sighing a bit he realized even in the game Eli managed to make himself somewhat of a weirdo but what does that matter, Eli had stuff to do and he knew exactly where he was headed.

[Ryu]

It had been two days. Two days since Ze'en'nan got the message, nine days since the game started, and all Zen could think about was his class. He was still a warrior, while most others got their special class designed for them, he was still a lowly warrior with weak abilities. Armed with a mere iron sword and armor for the warrior's class, Zen couldn't help but feel weak, especially since he knew death was permanent, both in game and outside of the game. There was only one question that floated around in Zen's head: "How will I defend myself?"

Zen didn't really care that he was stuck in the game, neither did he really want to get out of the game. He was already a train wreck in the real world, the only ones caring for him would be his aunt who kindly gave him this game, unknowing of what would happen next. Zen stopped for a second, bringing up the menu, trying to see if there was a "log out" button or "disconnect" button of some sorts, and just like the past two days, there weren't. Zen sighed before closing the menu, leaning forward to take another step, but he hesitated.

Zen brought up the menu once more, there was now something in his head. Faith, perhaps, faith that maybe the system would actually help him out and not leave him behind in the dust of the other players who were a bit stronger than he was. Going to his statistics window, Zen excitedly looked at the class name. "Warrior" it stated, the text unwavering. And in that singular instant, Zen's faith and hope was shot down. There wasn't any special class for him, he was stuck being a lowly Warrior. Zen walked over to the nearest building and kicked the wall as hard as he could, only to feel immense pain as the pain shot up in his leg. Zen quickly recoiled, muttering curse words as he walked away.

[Silver Fox]

CloudHaven
Docks --> Market
Affected Players: No one

Two full days since being trapped in here and trapped in this odd body. Mhmm perhaps not the best choice when having saw all those anime about getting trapped in video games. Hey, it wasn't so bad. Once getting used to it, it had its advantages. Well, just look, he had no freaked shirt on. Threat was awesome! Minus the cold nights and freezing his tail off, but it was awesome on a nice sunny day like this. Plus there was no emotional dramatics, no messy incidents, and he had to admit, he was much more better looking this way. This body fit him way more, even if look wise there wasn't too much difference from his real body. Except the obvious ones.

Good thing he knew no one who played this game or things may have been just a little embarrassing. Not that he had much friends in real life, cause being a bit of a freak shakes people. Seven feet tall people tend to do that.

But he was a kitty guy so screw it!

Prince yawned, stretching out as he walked along the port after a little job of driving a small shipment. Surprisingly, he hadn't freaked out when he received the news of being trapped in this game. Instead started doing what any role player does. Get money, some sort of progress at least maybe test out the battle system or two. Get a more solid understanding of this world. That didn't mean he wanted to stay here, oh no, it just meant he knew panicking wasn't going to get him anywhere. At times, he tried to help those shaken up by the whole thing , he tried and managed to encourage a few, but sadly even a few people went as far as suicide.

Being trapped in a video game with death being permanent is pretty hard.

Cat ears twitching at the sides of his head where his once human round ears once resided, the red haired feline strode along, his tall lanky toned body moving gracefully through the crowd. Humming a small tune as his hands dove into his red coats pockets as his blue teal cat eye looked around his surroundings. He had wanted to join a guild, one which wanted to get out or something... Yet none of these guilds had the thing he really wanted. They didn't have the passion that was worth him following their cause.

Prince had to admit, despite the pirate appearance, he believed in chivalry. Killing players seemed just as good as murder, and the game was a simple excuse to do it. It's just a game they say... Well it's not anymore and yet they won't hesitate to slaughter. Human nature can have such a ugly side.

He stopped and leaned up against a building, pulling out his harp and gently brushing his fingers against the strings. His deep silky voice gingerly singing with it.

"Here we are, standing on bones,
Along the bloody path of cobblestone,
High in the floating kingdoms in the skies,
We laugh or cry until we die,
Little one do not feel such sorrow,
Have the courage to make it to the morrow,
A smile upon thy face shall shine,
Until it is as sweet as fine wine...."

Prince sang softly, his eye closed though his ears twitched as he listened to the people chatter around him.

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Inventory
Wooden Harp: 1

[Hibiki No Echo]

Cloudhaven - Market District

In all honesty, he hated this place. It was stupid, people were getting killed left and right. They were stupid too, thinking that they could try to live if they were completely weak. As his legs dangled over a ledge of a building, he stared down at the amounts of people who seemed like they were enjoying the place. Idiots. They shouldn't ever let their guard down, who knows, maybe some weird troll will attack the city. If that's the case, it's their job to be as strong as possible and defend themselves. Rolling his hazel eyes, he just listened to the amount people screaming, talking, heck, there was even people who were fighting now. Swinging his legs around, he looked at the shining sun. He could feel the warmth of it's light, the way it would blind him. He could feel the slight breeze from the wind, letting his brown locks slightly float. This was the real world now this one.

As the he looked down at people, he could help but notice a few of them, such as a young man who just kicked the wall. Ouch, that's gotta hurt, he pitied the man who seem rather angry with something, then a young man who seemed really lost... or weird. Stretching his arms, he stood up with a determined expression on his face. "Alright then..." He jumped off the building, letting the wind rush through his hair, he decided, this was his new life. Somehow, he landed on his feet. Not too much of a drop, he liked his class. It was a fun one, despite that all he could do was double jump at the moment. He closed his eyes, letting his sense of hearing take in the scenery. Hey, someone was singing. It was a pretty voice and the owner was on his left. It was accompanied by a melodious string instrument. Opening them his droopy eyes, he turned. A pirate with a harp, funny how that worked.

He let his footsteps go closer, he just watched and listened, the lyrics obviously representing the state of affair they were all in. Was he trying to bring hope with a song? Amusing. Putting his hands together, he let the sound echo. "Y-you sing well. Where d-did you learn to play like that?" His face was meek, his voice soft as he let his stutter out. If he found him cute, then... He found another one.

[MyCatGinger]

Cloudhaven's Market District

It's been two days now. I'm lucky to still be alive.
A woman stood a little bit away from the massive crowd roaring in the busy market-place, leaning against the wall of a nearby building and staring blankly up at the sky. No clouds. They were above them, after all. The most beautiful shade of azure, almost unnaturally so. It was a crisp, clean sky with a warming sun that painted the very tips of her hair brightly and made the blonde strands strewn about in the short, wet mess glow with life. Everything about this body seemed so perfect. And it was.
It was wise to have gotten up early and found a secluded area to bathe whilst most other players would have been sleeping and trying to rest up for the events that would follow. The two days prior were spent mapping out her surroundings in a mental-map and acquiring as many resources as possible, after the initial shock that drove her to near-insanity when she found out she couldn't leave. A little flashback of herself on the first day invaded her thoughts, to see herself cowering on the floor with her hands in her hair, frothing at the mouth and screaming for it to not be true after repeatedly trying to press every single possible button on the pull-up holographic menu. She lived a good life back home. Not a great life, per se, but as good a life as she'd lived it. She'd never see any of them ever again though, unless they'd chosen to get the game themselves. Her friends. Her family, and moreso her elder brother, who she wished she could hold tightly to and weep when she was frightened. The flashback was quickly dismissed, and she shook her head with a little shrug, green eyes twinkling as a smile with a double-meaning crossed her lips.
It's funny what a sense of desperation can do to a person.
And it was true, though she was always the kind to fall to the out-of-sight, out-of-mind mould, it was most strongly manifested here. This new body, the new abilities the game granted her were not used for naught. And coupled with a bookish intelligence from the real world that could finally be put into play here, it was a fitting class indeed. She pulled up the holographic menu with a wave of her hand and looked over little things intently. The name she gave herself. Lovissa Everglade. The class she was given.
Thief.
And don't you forget it, game. Heh.

Looking at the inventory list, she was satisfied and had gotten what she wanted, and took the menu down again . In fact, in such a crowd, especially since today was the day that everything would start, the streets were filled with procrastinating players, who went out and bought things they could afford in a last-minute scramble to hope to survive the coming world. Initially if was difficult to tell who was real and who was not and who was an NPC, but eventually she got used to it. And as someone who had an affinity for technology back in the real world (which is the reason she'd begged to go out and get this particular game), she had to commend the developers for the gorgeous AI. She had to know who she could rob from without much threat and who would come out to get her later, of course. NPCs weren't the kind to leave their positions or their town if they had to. However, real-life players were. Especially if it was important.
For now, she had secured a regular old sword for herself, though she found it hefty and clumsy to swing around, and paid for a dagger-made-by-order from a local smithy. She needed to protect herself and placed the order late in the evening on the very first day. It was nothing special, the blade, but the dark hilt was worked and cut in acid. The design was a wild floral one, covered in beautiful metallic morning glories. Her namesake, from one of her favourite books. Lovissa. The black morning glory.
The other things she had managed to haggle for, trade for, or steal for the most part since she didn't have all the resources to do the real trading, were three tiny vials of healing potions, a loaf of bread and two apples and a sturdy casket. Her next goal was to fill it with water. The canal nearby looked promising, and so she thought she'd make her way there. Past all the crowds of disoriented players. Past the empty, beautiful lots in which you could live, and own your own house, though nobody had the money yet indeed, and past the buildings with signs out. Guilds, they called themselves. Always recruiting. Always wanting. Ever receiving. A steady supply of new meat poured into each door, which made her sigh a little. So many eager faces, younger than her own seventeen years, older, just looking for some help and some support. A makeshift family.
Things everyone needed in this world. Lovissa had hardly been an exception.
And then there were the frustrated ones. Peculiarly, a young man who had gone and tried to kick a building not very far from where she had leant against hers prior. Frustration ran rampant. She could almost sympathise with the man, but dared not go near, or back, for being recognised would be the worst should anyone have had the chance to actually see her swipe something.

On her way to the canal bank, where people had seemed to just set up camp, or lay given up, she passed a peculiarly dressed young man with a little audience already. He played the harp and sang of their situation. The irony of it made her laugh a little as she drew her hood, not to let herself be seen as the crowds thinned out. However, aimed correctly, she tossed a coin into the bend of the man's pirate-hat, and made sure to leave him a single word as she passed, as unrecognised and undetected as a shadow as she moved fluidly through the gathered people. His song was humorous to her. It was a little reminder that everything was falling, and to keep your head up because everything was falling no matter how you reacted.
"Touché." crawled a little whisper in the air, and by notice of his cat ears, she was sure he'd heard it. Not an admiration. Not an insult. Not anything more but a little challenge. An agreement to his thoughts on the situation, almost. But she was gone, into the wind, the hood pulled back to let her hair free as she approached the canal and knelt by its edge to fill the casket she received with the sparkling clear water that flowed.

I should get myself one of these guilds. Strength in numbers, they say. As long as they don't get me killed.

[Tyrant from the West]

CloudHaven Western District - Dawn

Avon was quite a lucky man. As apposed to many of the players who were forced to sleep on the streets, he had been lucky enough to be let inside a small group's house. Due to few people being able to afford a nice house by themselves, people who have known each other have begun to resort to buying slightly quality houses by sharing the price of it. Or at least, that is what a pack of three told Avon as they let him in to sleep on their floor. Although it was a rough night, it certainly wasn't as bad as it could have been.

However, now that he was awake, he wouldn't want to leave without bothering them. Or leave without taking advantage of them in their sleep! He quickly shook down the 'dining room', if you could call it such, and stole about three of the green herbs that alchemists would known were found in healing potions. After he did so, he made sure everyone was still asleep before heading out back outside. A grin on his face and a few more plants in his pocket, Avon's day was treating him just fine!

CloudHaven's Market District - Midday

Now that he was out of the house and on the loose. A few birds began to surround the area. Not many, but just a few more then the usual. If one looked to the sky they could see ravens picking a fight with a few of the pigeons and other smaller birds on the rooftops. This is also something that Avon noticed. It looks like they are getting a bit restless. A sign from Gaia perhaps? He thought to himself this as he entered the marketplace. He didn't have much in the ways of coin, but perhaps with the right touch he could barter himself some goods. Cause everyone could use a potion in this fun, fantastical world.

During the first few days of the game, Avon hadn't much chance to think for himself. But now that the calm has come and the players are starting to live a little. He could start to plan out his own plan of action! Although the phrase teamwork used to make him cringe during school, in a situation like this he knew it would be best if someone, or some group had his back. Although 'guild parties' and stuff weren't always his thing, the simple fact that this was his new reality made him all the more enthusiastic about it. This wasn't some grind-fest shit stain video game, this was a gaia-powered trap that they have to risk their lives in.

So, a guild it was. However, all of them sounded so trashy. And even the trashy ones probably would have something against a player like Avon. It looks like he either needed to make a guild himself or get lucky with a new one! He knew in his heart that he would possibly be one of the most incompetent guild leaders in all of Cloudhaven, so it must be the latter! So with a little bit of a kick to his step, he started to sing softly as he started his search. Have no place to go darling. Have no place to go!

[CoyoteKisses]

“Cold,” the voice was barely a whisper, tinted with pain. Dull green eyes stared emptily at space, scarlet hair brushed against flushed skin. A small body was pressed against a wall, her arms tightly hugging her legs. The cold was unbearable. It reached down to her very core, dampening her senses as well as her soul. It only made her want to get rid of this feeling of dread. She just wanted the feeling to go away so she could numbly walk through her life. The only way she could get rid of it, was to use it.

A raspy bark of laughter left her mouth as she squeezed herself harder. No, she wouldn’t let it win over again. “No, no, no, no, no, no,” she muttered as her fingers dug into skin, drawing blood. She forced herself to get help. The ‘help’ told her she would have to fight this herself. She wasn’t going to let it control her again. She was -

Cloudhaven: Market District : Midday

She was a changed person.

The former heroin addict, Noelle Ritter was now simply known as Aeona, the Death Knight. And she was now hopelessly addicted to blood and ‘life’ energy. As a treat for not shooting herself up in over a month, the helpers gave her a virtual game; Kingdoms of the Sky Online. Aeona clearly remembered the day she first logged in. It was fascinating, beautiful, and a way for her to escape reality. ‘till the day some jack ass decided to disable the log-off function. Of course, the now blonde hair, blue eyed girl was furious, but at the same time, she wanted it to happen. She could live in this world however the way she wanted. She now had the ability to defend herself and her loved ones.

Her loved ones. Metal clinked when the woman drew up her knees, a rather sad look overcoming her. She had no one. A long sigh left her as she lifted her head to look up at the blue sky, the wind dancing around her. She was currently on a roof top, taking a break after a run-in with some player killers an hour ago in the West District, or was it the South? Really, she even warned them that she wasn't exactly in the best of moods. Ah, oh well. They weren't exactly the tastiest, but that was okay. Now, she wouldn't have to control herself around a huge crowd of plump people.

Sudden chirping and cawing filling the air broke her thoughts, and she looked up to see a raven tailing a pigeon. The two creatures landed on the roof where she was on, fighting each other. Her lips pulled down in a frown as she looked on. “Ne, you two shouldn't be fighting,” she suddenly said. Surprised at her own words, she chuckled and promptly left the roof by landing on a couple of boxes beside the house. Talking to birds! She should really get some friends and perhaps a guild. She laughed again, her hand reaching up to brush a few strands of hair from her eyes as she straightened herself. Without another minute passing by, she began to walk through the crowded streets.

[PureThoughts]

CloudHaven West District Outskirts -Dawn

Isaac's eyes began to open, staring at the sky. It was quiet, except for the faint chatter and commotion coming from the district, and a breeze that whistled soft tunes in his ear. He didn't mind the tickle of the grass as he lay down, the breeze, or the chatter. What disturbed him the most was how real everything felt. He wanted home. That's what was real, that's where his family was. His support; his safehaven. A place in which he can have good times and get a kiss on the forehead from his mum and and get annoyed at his brothers. It had felt all guaranteed at the time, and damn did he want to have it back. He grabbed a fistful of grass, ripping it and watching it drop to the ground before dissolving into particles. His hand remained in the air, looking at it, then to his arm, then awkwardly looking down at his chest and his feet which seemed so much farther away; no, were farther away from him than in the real world. He didn't know how tall he was, but he was definitely taller, and stronger. One of the few pluses of this prison that was for sure. He sighed, and brought up his menu, looking at his class name. Hope Keeper. Answering all those questions, to think that he was excited at the time of answering those questions. It sickened him. He took a deep, calming breath. He tapped on the "Abilities" tab, and gave it a read through again. Yup, he was a support. A groan emerged from his throat.

Isaac slowly stood up, brushing the grass off himself as he continued looking at his abilities menu. There was nothing he could do, or think of to change his class. He knew he was a positive person and a team, but the idea of relying on someone else to deal the damage, scared him. It honestly did. He took a big breath. The only way he knew was going to survive is finding someone or some people to be with. He closes the menu, looking at Cloudhaven. Seeing players talking, bartering in the distance.

Cloudhaven's Market District- Midday

If he were in the normal world, Isaac's feet would probably get sore. He remembered being dragged into malls and events and they would always ache after half an hour to an hour. Though not with this body. It was odd, being able to carry such armor on him easily. Though he wasn't complaining. Isaac's eyes land on a bakery shop, and he smiles faintly. Food. Almost as in response, his stomach began to growl and he headed over to it. He bought 3 loaves of bread, and began munching on one as he continued to walk deeper into the district. It was odd how homely it felt for a place he's barely been in before. Maybe it was the fact that everyone was scared, and trying to make the best of it. His gaze went to a man in some sort of pirate getup. Singing beautifully about their shitty situation. The cat ears is what really got his attention. He guessed avatars must really range in differences in a game like this.

Isaac continued walking around, looking at people, and other shops. He bought some potions, and an armorsmith's shop caught his attention. Mainly the large shield that was beside him. Isaac strolled up to the NPC, asking how much it was, and damn, was it pricey for his taste. He knew that if he were to get the attention of other players, he would need to commit to being one of the best supports there were, and by that, it is by making such moves. He bought the shield, It was large, but it felt completely natural to him. He smiled lightly, feeling that he made a good choice. Even though he only had about 50 gold left though. His gaze went to the other players that were around him. Now he had to find someone, or some people, to support. He began his search, ready to see what the world has to offer.

[drewccapp]

Cloudhaven Market District

Vallence stared at the blank log out button. He hardly slept the night before and woke up earlier than he wanted to today and this had been just about all he had done. The initial shock may have worn of, but a large part of him was still in denial hoping that he could log out any moment now. Back in real life he had only just started to put his life together. He was working at a good job. He was going to have a girlfriend soon. His family life had finally settled in a way that he was happy with. Things were great on the other side, until now. He had gotten KotSO as a reward for himself for having done so well in life lately. Now this was his prison.

He flailed in his seat in frustration. His situation in life had been going up and now he had been knocked down again. It was infuriating how life was so cruel to him. Several people had committed suicide out of the shock of being told they couldn't escape the game, but Vallence would never be one of those people. Two years ago he had gone through a period in his life where he nearly succeeded in committing suicide. Now the thought of it scared him even more than being stuck in a game. He then stood up fists clenched and closed out the menu. "Damn it! I won't give up!" Several people looked at him as he shouted this out, but before long they went back to their business. It wasn't a big surprise that some people still were having difficulties with the game so recently being launched and the announcement still fresh in everyone's minds.

He let that moment of passion flow through his body. That's right. I'm still alive. I can still feel. Which means I still have a chance. He stood there like Goku charging up his super-saiyan powers while he thought to himself. I need to find some way out of here. There has to be a chance I can escape. I won't die. I won't give up. Even if I have to beat the game I'll strive for success. He looked around feeling charged. He needed to find a group. His class was oriented towards teamwork. He knew he wouldn't be able to solo for too far into the game, which meant he had to find a party that would be happy to have him. There were plenty of people here, so he had plenty to choose from.

He cleared his throat and began to look around. It wasn't long before he came across blonde haired dark skinned man with slightly tipped ears. "H-hey. You looking for a group? I'm Vallence. I can't exactly solo out there, and I sure as hell am not sitting on my hands anymore."

[Rainmaker]

Cloudhaven Market District - Midday

Two days! Two days since liberation, Ivan thought, leading Pyotr - or rather, his own body now - through the masses and masses of people shopping as if the apocalypse was upon them, or thrashing around in feeble displays of grief or anger. Only two days, and he felt more alive than he had in the past ten years! His painted face held a wide grin, made even wider by the black paint around his lips, exaggerating his mouth especially in contrast to the white colour that was spread over most of his face. So many of them, trying to find an exit, an out from this world - an out from the world that gave him such ample opportunity to make something of himself, to be someone! The harlequin shook his head. How people could prefer the other world over this, he'd never understand. He sped up his steps, trying to get to one of those coveted spots on the market that let plenty of people see him and his display, making his way through the bodies with quick strides, his resolve strengthened. He might not be able to give those people the out they desired, and he might not be able to understand their desire to leave at all, but he still couldn't abide seeing sad faces in the crowd. Not in his city, not while he was the artiste! The crowd was to be delighted! Their minds taken off their troubles if just for a little while! Taking his place on a slightly elevated part of the district that with a lot of imagination might have resembled a stage, he looked over at the people and cleared his throat loudly.
"HUH-UM! Taking place right here, in the Market District of Cloudhaven, after our blessed King Edward so UNJUSTLY banned my performances in Bluegate, a one-act-play about how things sometimes seem worse than they are, written and played by Pyotr the Harlequin! ENTER 'Our Anguished and Bedevilled Hero' LEFT!"
The expression on his face changed as he indeed walked to the left, with the paint on his face making every nuance easily recognised by the people who actually watched, and his shoulders slumped. With an exasparated sigh, he went back to the middle of his 'stage', his arms crossed, and his words coming out in a dull monotone.
"Man, life's such a drag sometimes. Pray tell, spirits, what have I committed to deserve all of this?"
His posture and expression changed back in an instant as he flourished wildly, back to his previous stance, shouting again.
"What a poor, pitiable man! But fear not, for what is this? I spy a good man, a savior, arriving! ENTER 'A Helpful Spirit' LEFT!"
With no break, he took the role of the new character in his play, flourishing and gesturing wildly, continuing his odd display to excite the people. The world needed adventurers and guilds, surely, but there was no doubt that it also needed those that kept their spirits up - especially when life seemed so sad to most. If he did a good enough job of it, a guild might even want to hire an accomplished artist such as him!

[Tyrant from the West]

CloudHaven Market District

Just as his favorite real-world song began to leave his head and thoughts of teammates, gilds, and 'parties' came back to him. He was asked about teaming up. "H-hey. You looking for a group? I'm Vallence. I can't exactly solo out there, and I sure as hell am not sitting on my hands anymore." . Well this was a nice stroke of luck for the birdomancer. However he certainly didn't look like an 'ideal' partner. He was short. Much shorter then Avon, didn't look to have much muscle either. His armor looked like that of someone of similar-esque class of his own. However, he doubt this Vallence guy dealt with birds or something like that.

"Vallence is it? Name's Dwayne, however I guess my new name is Avon. Its much cooler ain't it?" he asked rhetorically, and proving it to be rhetorical he was quick to add in. "I'm a mage-type. I prefer to work at a distance because I can afford to not get too close, at the moment I only really have one way that I can protect myself in close-combat. I work with birds, and a little bit of darker magic. You?" he asked. This time he was actually looking for an answer. All the while a few thoughts began to roam around in his head, not all related to Vallence.

What did this guy do? Have any friends? It didn't look like he was in a guild, but maybe he knew of one? These floated around his head while a few others began to take their place alongside them. Is this a trap? It seems pretty convenient, not only does this friendly little man come up and ask to be a teammate, but he also appears to have no one else to work with? Or maybe he was just really gutsy and also friendly. Guess I'll find out soon enough. . However, he wasn't just about to be lead into a trap. Ravens and Crows that had gathered nearby naturally were not being supernaturally guided a little bit closer to Avon and Vallence.

[Silver Fox]

CloudHaven
Market District
Affected Players: Prince, Chrys, Lovissa

Prince's humming quieted as a smaller boy gave a clap and stuttered his praise. A cheerful smile crossed the feline's lips, a soft purr emitting from his throat. Such a cute boy this was, it was very tempting to hug him. Before he could answer though, he saw briefly a flickering shine of a coin emit from the small crowd he gathered, landing on the brim of his crimson hat. Gingerly, he reached up and felt the cold metal of a coin. Teal eye flickering, his eye caught a glimpse of a girl whom quickly disappeared, his sensitive ears managing to catch what she said.

He gave a grin and waved. "Thank you beautiful maiden of shadows!" Prince chirped before turning his attention to the boy and gave a soft laugh.

"Thank you as well cutie, I took quite a few lessons in music back home. Family thought it be good to learn to focus the mind. Course I'm better at the piano but the harp is a nice portable substitute." Prince chuckled, his fluffy tail flicking from side to side before leaning closer, until they were face to face. "A pleasure to know my small little skill can receive compliments by such cute handsome men like you." he purred.

A listened to the man- wait... Was someone just... there? Huh a coin? Looking back he saw a girl, then she just... disappeared. "Huh." He said out loud as he continued to stare at the empty space. Then he turned his head to the cat pirate hybrid, who seemed to look at him. This guy... was interesting, he called him cute. Well, admittedly, alot of people did that and he knew it like the back of his hand. Internally, he sighed, it was such a pain to act cutesy sometimes. With that comment, his voice went just that little tad higher and his face flashed a bright pink with pools of hazel widened at the comment. "H-huh?! I-I'm not... I mean... Th-that's... I'm... not r-really that... cute..." He averted his gaze from the older and taller male, completely the act. Fidgeting a little, he took a small step back as the man inched closer.

Taking a small glance at the small floating bar next to the boy's head, he tried to read the characters underneath the rectangle of green. It was in katakana, so it was an English name. "P-prince.... Your name is... Prince sir?" He asked quietly as he looked downwards. "Well... um... It's... really... I mean... I'm glad.... No, um.... I'm pleased... to meet you..." He wasn't going to introduce himself, the guy should know what health bar is after all. This guy... could prove useful. Perhaps, he could help him in an endeavour. Hold on.... there was that quest... A group quest, 3 players... The rewards was 600 gold. Who'd be the third though.... This ran through Chrys' head as the kept up the act of being a shrinking violet.

Watching the stuttering boy, Prince's ears twitched as a gut feeling told him something was up. He wasn't sure what but something was telling him to be careful. It was probably right, his gut tended to be right, but for now he ignored it. Wrong or not, this was still a person talking with him who may or may not need assistance. Something Prince wouldn't ignore even if it could mean his head. Hopefully, luck will be on his side. Wait what's the luck rate in his game again? Well shit already at a bad start he guessed.

"Pleasure to meetcha. Prince the Buccaneer at your service, cutie." The feline pirate purred, his playful teal filled eye all the while exhamining this boy's profile and name. With a carefree laugh, the tall man moved closer and friendly wrapped a arm around the boy's shoulder. "So what can I do for you? Another song? A gallant quest? A romantic picnic by the moonlight under he starry sky?" Prince teased with a mischievous grin.

Oh great, he's dealing with one of "those". Chrys in all honesty, just needed help with a quest. He needed money, sure he split the earnings and all. This was going to be a pain. A really big pain in the-. As he stated his name and class again, he pondered for a bit. He'd heard of this class, a very hard to class to master based on dodging and shoot while staying agile. It was a similar class to his but was more fragile. "A-ah..." He managed to breath out as the cat like human wrapped his arm around his slender shoulder. He had a nice warmth, he wouldn't lie. Chrys wouldn't mind another song or a picnic but for now he needed help on this quest. "W-well... Th-there's quest that happens to be a group one... Three people are needed, it gives away 600 gold coins so... I was hoping you'd help me?" Chrys tried to explain, well he did, he just needed to get rid his arm, his face was actually getting hot. What the hell was going on?

"I-I mean... I'll split the earnings! U-um... Is it okay... If you accompany me to find someone?" Chrys managed to escape the guys arm, won't be missing that.... Probably. With the power of the gods of cuteness, he looked up very gently and put on the tiniest of smiles. If one said this was just one act, he'd probably beat them to a bloody pulp for saying such a thing. He did want the guy's help, smiling was just the easiest way to get someone's trust. On the inside he simply doing what professional businessman would do, view all from a economic stand point.

Chuckling as the boy shifted away from his arm, the feline's ears twitched as he listened to the stuttered request for a companion to join him on a quest. 600 gold was not bad at all for a quest, depending on what it was. Plus he wasn't exactly doing anything special so he didn't mind going on a quest or two. After all he was a mercenary as well, and isn't one of the players whom are cowering somewhere in the city. After all, if they wanted to get home, there only way was progress through this twisted game. It wasn't much to go on but it was a start.

"Well I would be quite honored to accompany you. Could be quite fun, and they do say a good quest builds stronger relationships." Prince snickered, his slender fingers gingerly but playfully brushing against the boy's cheek before standing up straight and looked around, tapping his chin. "So what's the quest about? Good to have a idea so we can look for someone's class that will help us well." he said, his smile never wavering.

So he had the sucker in his pocket. Time to find another sucker. How he loved acting as a fake cutesy blob of weakness. Sure it was a bit mean but it was an easier way to approach people. Well, the way he acted wasn't all an act, with all that's said and done, Chrys was always a little shy. He just knew how to use it to his advantange. An oppurtunitist is what society calls him. It doesn't matter, he's stayed alive for the past two days due to him making the right choices. Justified or not.

A soft hand went over his fair cheek while hearing the other's, he snapped out of his deep thoughts. Trying to recall what the quest was about, there was something about the requirements that he just couldn't remember but what was it? "U-um... The quest is about us going to the underground and finding an item.... H-however the monster that guards it is very powerful, at least by our standards. S-so it's been made into a g-group quest..." Chrys explained quietly, what the hell was that last requirement!? He had to know. "I-I-I'll go find... someone." Chrys decided to jump and do a front flip in the air and then landed on the roof of a nearby building. Hey, that girl... She looked.... familiar. As the girl carried her casket and was currently obtaining water, Chrys looked at her with a look of deja vu. Maybe she'd be inclined to help? "Um... Prince, sir? Mind if you f-ollow me?" He requested in a meek manner. With that he jumped, building to budimg, each time making a loud clunk on the roofs. If he destroyed new property, who the hell cares. It's thier problem not his. As he jumped and landed behind the girl with an auidible thud, he put his hand behind his back. He'd wait to she was finished to ask her. It was only polite that way.

Prince hummed as he listened to the quest details, arching a eyebrow as his new companion seemed to struggle exactly remembering it. Most would find this a bit suspicious like leading into a trap to kill a unsuspected player. It could be but Prince was still going, it was rare when he actually said no to someone's request. It might help that he honestly wasn't worried about his own safety. He didn't much care what happened to him, but if he could help people then he'd help as best as he could.

Before he could question the smaller boy, he ran off to the rooftops. Chuckling, Prince zipped after him but remained on the ground. He didn't really want to cause to much trouble for the current citizens. They even looked at him oddly sometimes because he was of a feline race. His tall body moved swiftly while easily dodging around wandering NPC's and players alike. He kept up well enough, though the red head was looking around for any fellow players that seemed like they would be helpful.

If this was underground, speed classes may have a disadvantage with closed spaces. Mobility was important, and if they also didn't have a tank to keep the opponent occupied, it could end up being a difficult quest. Having mages who could buff or heal would be helpful as well.

Soon catching up to the boy, Prince mildly blinked a little as he recognized the girl and smiled. He hoped she didn't get too spooked by Chrys's sudden approach. She probably knew he was there. Usually it wasn't a good idea to sneak up on people so early into this, it might have been two days but people were still a bit paranoid. Especially with the player killing as of late.

Giving a smile, he waved and came in a more graceful walk approach. "Hello once again dear maiden of shadows. Apologies for the interruption but I believe we have a favor to ask." he purred as he tipped his hat foreword in greeting.

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Inventory
Wooden Harp: 1
Gold: 1

[MyCatGinger]

Mmm?
There was a presence behind her all of a sudden. It was solid. Tangible. Something was there.
Lovissa turned around after she had capped her casket shut and tied it onto her belt with the attached thin ropes and a little effort, straightening up her cloak as well to hide whatever she had in her possession when she turned to face the two young men with a questioning pout and a glint in her green eyes as she gave them a quick scan. Health bars and all. One, the one with the cat-ears and red hair was called Prince. She recognised him, the man she'd tipped earlier for his melancholy song with the harp. The other one was unknown to her, though she could have sworn she'd pushed past him, along with a hell of a lot of other people. The crowds weren't very kind, and giving way was not usually an option. She didn't mind, though.
He was of a shorter stature, the brown haired brown eyed one. His name was Chrysantheum. Chrys for short. Chrysantheum was definitely a mouthful, so she made a mental note to steer clear away from that. "And what may the two of you require of me?"
She blinked at them in turn, switching between faces until the greeting was offered by the man with the ears. She returned his greeting with a little bow of her head and a smile of her own, though behind it lay a million unsaid thoughts. "Gentlemen, I'm afraid I cannot agree to the favour unless and until I know what it is. And oh, I wonder what it could be. Something for little old me? Anyone else could complete your favour, could they not?"
Here she gracefully sidestepped the two, who would turn to face her, and threw her arms about her to really emphasise what she was talking about.
"In a world, where people are frightened, players run for their lives and dungeons lurk just below one's misplaced foot, it must be tiring on every soul to meet a stranger, must it not? I do not know your names, nor where you come from! Hell, you could be trying to kill me! Or rob me. Good luck with either of those, by the way." here she smirked, even offering the gentleman in smaller stature a wink with those ever-glossy green eyes. Her hands fell behind her and she gave them both a genuine smile. "Ask of me a favour and I may not respond. There are many a person out there who might be quite willing. In fact, even a guild. Do you two come from one? Are you two together? You were together a while ago, though correct me if I'm wrong, you weren't playing with him at your side, particularly.
Were you, Prince?"
Nodding at the two and tilting her head to make a little inclination to the lonely man standing on the center of the nearby stone bridge as people came and go, she spoke again. "Someone over there seems more bored than I am. I think I have plans for the moment. I might just risk a stampede by entering the crowd again. There seems to be an adorable jester going about his business with an adorable little play, which I think I'd quite like to see. If you gentlemen would accompany me, that would be of your own wish. Perhaps we can talk on better spirits then, mm?"
"And after all..." her voice went down to a little whisper here as she bowed her farewell, two fingers touched to her lips in her version of a salute. "It's rude to catch a lady unaware when she's bent over, for any reason, wouldn't you agree? In better spirits, my friends. I shall bid you two adieu for now, Chrys, Prince. I wish you luck."
And with that, she turned on her heel and made her way off, back the way she came, through the crowd. Her footsteps dainty and elegant as to not draw much attention, and her movements fluid until she disappeared behind the wall of people again, making her way to the less crowded area where the Harlequin danced on his pedestal. Luckily enough, she managed to squeeze into one of the front rows of the already-small-but-building group of people there.
"Encore, encore!" she applauded as the man's antics carried on, reminded of her parents and when they took her to the circus as a younger girl. In the real world. Sigh.
This man here was awfully happy for someone who had lost their entire life.
She applauded him not only for his antics but his enthusiasm and willpower.
It must be difficult still making people smile.

[Pyromania99]

Serena moved through the Cloudhaven Markets. It tended to be more populated which gave her a bit of relief as the Player Killers tended to avoid doing anything in the streets with this many people around. She still wondered though, how one could kill another so easily knowing that their life's flame would be permanently put out. It seemed too harsh a thing to do. By herself, it would be difficult as her class had be designed to assist allies. He three abilities (not counting her passive), were only useful when she had allies to capitalize off of it.

That aside, she wondered what she should do now. It was dangerous to go outside with Permadeath. At first she was excited to play the game, then came the news of being stuck in the game and permanent death. She wasn't sure what to think now, but she knew one thing. . . To survive she needed to get stronger. If nothing else, no one could kill her. She needed allies though. What were the best ways to make friends, she wondered as she walked. The crowds around her surged like a wave and were both a relief and an annoyance.

As the Light Knight walked her focus changed from where she was going to where she would go. As she contemplated, she didn't notice as she walked right into somebody. It was a woman much taller than her. She wore armor much like Serena. The girl knew this before she even saw the armor due to the sound of armor clashing with armor. Her skin was somewhat pale but that wasn't what caught her eye the most, it was the bright blue eyes. She had always enjoyed looking at blue eyes. To her, there was something mystical about them and that's why she picked the color herself at avatar creation. After coming back to her senses after a second, she straightened up and spoke, "I-I apologize! I wasn't looking, sorry. . ."

[PureThoughts]

CloudHaven Market District-

As Isaac walked, searching for a partner to duo with, Isaac's thoughts kept going back to home. He missed it. He would see people in the streets smile and he'd wonder how could one do such a thing, being able to be so positive and cheerful after such a life changing event. Do they even care about their families? The things and accomplishments they'll never be able to achieve back in the real world? Isaac sighed, his gaze looking the smiling NPC's, to the players who either look troubled like he was, or were smiling talking away to people. He knew he had to socialize, this was a time in which everyone is still the level of a noob, and people won't judge you on your level, but instead the actual qualities and skills he has to offer. But he didn't want to feel like he was abandoning his real life world. Isaac wanted to believe that he would be able to just play this game for fun, and then log out and do whatever at home. Yet still, Isaac felt guilty. He felt like he somehow this was his fault, that his own actions were the reason he has abandoned his real life in exchange for a fake virtual one.

Sounds of clapping, whistling, and shouts of encore could be heard. Isaac's gaze saw the group of people, and behind that group of people with his head just being visible over the crowd was a man who's face was painted, dressed in a rather...unique, clowny sort of way. He joined the group of people, nudging his way to the right side of the group, now having a clear view of the Harlequin. He smiled faintly in thought. He is entertaining though, and Isaac could easily tell this man enjoyed what he was doing. "Who would've thought someone who was stuck in a virtual world would be a street performer..." He muses quietly to himself.

[drewccapp]

Cloudhaven Market District

Vallence smiled and scratched the back of his head. Another mage. Well two mages were definitely better than one. He extended his hands in an explaining gesture. "Well, you see, I'm a support. A Lightning Mage if you will. I do crowd control effects and buffs my allies. I do work from afar as well, but I guess I'm best mid-range. That way I can see what's going on up close and apply my aura to everyone."

He paused a moment trying to come up with something to say. "I guess while we're stuck here it's best if we all work together you know? Maybe if we get enough people together we can make a guild. You're not in a guild right?" He felt a bit like he was rambling, but his rambling had a point so that was alright. "Anyways, maybe..." He clasped his hands together trying to express something he couldn't quite put out the words for. "Maybe, we can mesh... Y'know. Work together good." He then waved around the market plaza. "There's tons of people here maybe we can recruit them to a party and see what's what?"

He then looked back at Avon right in the eyes. Determination burning in his own. "Besides, if we can I want to find a way out of here. Even if I have to beat the game. I can't just give up. Not when my life was finally getting good." He wasn't going to be kicked down again. Not this time. Life throws bricks. Life throws flowers. This time is was an entire castle, but at least it was pretty.

[CoyoteKisses]

Aeona continued walking, occasionally being shoved from here to there. Yet, she didn't mind. Hopefully, she would come across a 'reasonable' looking group to join. As she looked around, the knight felt something bump into her. "Huuuh?" she said out loud, glancing around. Her instincts heightened, she placed a hand on the handle of one of her blades. Still, there was no one in sight. Was it just her imagination? It wasn't till she heard a voice stutter and apologize. That was when Aeona looked down, her blue eyes meeting blue eyes. Shocked, she stood there momentarily, studying the smaller girl's face and her unusually warm eyes. Cute...and tasty. She licked her lips, slightly trembling at the sight. A mini-sized girl was right in front of her, just asking to be eat- (/shot)

No.

Her lips pulled up into a somewhat strained smile as she placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "It's okay!" she brightly said. "No, it isn't okay. You look very tempting." Aeona mentally cursed herself, restraining herself despite her growing pangs of hunger. If she blindly attacked right here in the middle of a crowd, she would be instantly shot down by other players. After all, this girl could be a... friend. Aeona relaxed, hoping to god that the girl didn't notice anything wrong. She then began to speak gently and quietly, as if she were talking to a small child. After all, this girl was one... right? "My name's Aeona," she introduced. "What's your name?"

[Ryu]

Zen walked around the town cautiously. Even if there were a high number of people around, Player Killers - or PKers - were still a threat, a threat that would mean the end of Zen's life if he ever met a group such as that. Zen walked around the people as he made his way around, careful as to not bump into people, but it was inevitable to bump into people, most if not all of them stopping and saying "Sorry" before walking off, but Zen paid no attention to their apologies, his mind was transfixed on something else, some highly important detail.

"Ze'...en'...nan..." Zen said carefully as he suddenly stopped to look up into the sky. "Ze'en'nan..." "Ze'en'nan" was Zen's character's IGN, his full one, and looking back towards the character creation, Zen himself had no idea why he had chosen the name. It was too long and it was likely hard to be pronounced, yet why did he choose it? Zen pondered on this question until he looked out of the corner of his eye, only to see that NPCs and players were walking around Zen, giving him a solid two feet circle of open space since he stood there for quite some time. Zen began to feel flustered and quickly began to walk away, unknowingly entering the Cloudhaven Market District to come across a performance by what seemed to be a Harlequin.

Zen walked over to the crowd which surrounded the entertainer, their eyes fixated on him. Zen meshed with the crowd until he found a suitable spot next to someone with a hooded cloak on, although it was kept back. Thoughts began to fill Zen's head as he looked towards the Harlequin, not of the Harlequin, but of the person who he was standing next to. Could it be she was a PKer? Zen turned his head slightly to look at the person, looking at her with the corner of his eye. She was smiling due to the Harlequin. She didn't look harmful, didn't look like she was stupid enough to commit murder in broad daylight.

Zen calmed down as realized there was no way for the person he was standing next too could be a PKer and began to watch the Harlequin, but something bugged him, something that just wouldn't shut its mouth time after time. Zen quickly opened up the menu, going to the character statistics before eagerly scanning through it, only to be disappointed once more at the words of "Warrior," and while it didn't translate onto Zen's face since all he had on was a blank expression, Zen was disappointed. Just when was he going to get his special class? Of course, the system would tell Zen when, and all of this mindless checking wouldn't help Zen in the least bit, but Zen needed that class and he needed it now.

[Rainmaker]

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The applause wasn't all that great, or at least not great enough to warrant the profuse and heartfelt thanks the harlequin gave out, but it was good enough for him - especially considering at least some of the ones that were listening and watching his show were likely those that lost their previous lives two days ago. He made sure to bow especially deep for those that asked for an encore and those that cheered, directing his attention to the girl with the hooded cloak and the one standing next to her with the long grey hair - anyone could tell that those two were characters played by actual people by appearance alone, and those were the ones that needed to keep their spirits high most, after all! With a grin, he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a few flowers in various colours, tossing them over the audience and in particular those two. "Where I come from, we toss flowers at the virtuoso when he finishes - but for being so great to me, allow me to extend them to you instead! Thank you all! An encore, you say? Ah, I should not..." he put a hand to his chin, scratching it as if contemplating, "but I SHALL! A one-act play, about the cruelty and injustice of the ones who banished Pyotr from performing for the king, written by YOURS TRULY! ENTER 'The Artiste', LEFT!"

With a twirl, he moved over to the side of his stage, though not changing his demeanor at all, clearly playing himself.
"AH, esteemed nobles and high folk! My day is brightened and all sorrows are forgotten when I get to perform for those who truly appreciate my art! But what do I see? It is the guards of the palace approaching!"

The harlequin danced to the right, putting on a sneer as soon as he gets there, walking with long firm strides and keeping a hand at his imaginary sword hilt, his tone angry and disgusted.
"Aha! We have found a troublemaker amongst us!"

Twirling again to the left, he put on an innocent, even shocked face.
"Troublemaker? Sirs, have I made any trouble here?"

"Yes sir, you have! We cannot simply abide and stand still while someone such as you pesters and plagues our nobles and even the king himself!

The harlequin moved back once more, falling to his knees and looking up at the imaginary guard, despair on his face and the faintest hint of tears in his eyes.
"But... but fair guards, my theatrics delight all those that see them! My art captivates young and old, poor and rich, from the lowest beggar to the highest of kings!"

Getting back into the position of the guard, Pyotr wrinkled his nose in displeasure.
"Pah! What you do cannot be called true art! Art is pompous and self-important like me! Begone!"

The harlequin threw himself to the ground rather suddenly, screaming out in a high pitched voice. "Wails! Lamentations! Injustice!"

[Tyrant from the West]

Cloudhaven Market District

Although he was still apprehensive about Vallence, Avon decided that he was trust-able enough. Besides, he was already prepared if something did go badly. However, he was starting to believe that was not the case. "Well, you see, I'm a support." This phrase enlightened Avon a little bit, but after hearing the rest he had figured that this was not the kind of support that he would work best with. However he certainly was more useful then a nonexistent support. This was the beginning of a possibly very beautiful friendship.

He had a very similar plan to what Avon had, so this was a good start. "Yeah, Alright. We can work together. I had a roughly similar plan so I'll tag along and help you with this however I can Vallence." Avon felt that Vallence was probably better off leading the both of them. Probably much better then it was he himself who was doing the leading. Besides, Vallence seemed a little bit more charismatic anyway. I suppose it is easier to trust a support, due to their nature. Maybe this guy wouldn't make too bad of a leader himself. The thought was nice but chances are this little sparkster wasn't going to be making any large-scale groups. However, he might help with getting into one.

Vallence certainly was determined to do whatever it was he needed to do to get a group. Avon felt a little offset by it, but at the same time, he enjoyed the boy's enthusiasm. I like your attitude. Avon was almost excited to follow around someone who gave off such a demanding aura. For someone who had a lot of ambitions he certainly did have a bit of a strange class. Whatever, he shouldn't be the one to judge. Yeah, besides how'd I get to have such a unique class when I was such a borin fuck back home