Duoya

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It was fun while it lasted. Glad I could be a part of this with you guys!

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

//: Project:EVE

Interested, if there is still room.

Knights of Elementia.

Still here.

Super Invincible Max God Century Robo: Giga Assault Hell Smasher Promethion - A Combining Mecha RPG

Victor Lewis

Victor paused his posture and expression fairly over exaggerated considering the minor request. After several seconds had passed and no one had responded to his request of paper and pens, he sighed and gently placed his beret onto his head, gently covering the black hair. He slumped in his chair, and Dr.Kougami decided this was the perfect opportunity to show off his knkowledge of ASL.

"Obviously there has been a general increase of security personnel in the fortress and its surrounding area, patrols have increased, some areas have been closed to non-essential personnel, camera footage is checked more rigorously and other miscellaneous stuff, other questions?"

Victor didn't react, but internally he grew slightly agitated. Why did Mr.Smartypants have to show off how much smarter he was? ...Whatever, it's childish to get angry over something that insignificant. Instead, Victor paid attention to the rarely heard voice of the youngest team member.

"We don't know everything about these kaiju yet. How do we know these security measures won't just fail miserably? There must be something more surefire we can do, right?"

Victor was fond of her just like he was of Michel. She was the youngest on the team, and honestly should be as far from the fighting as possible. A battlefield is barely suitable for a lady, let alone a little girl. But hey, if she was able to pilot the robot better than anyone else, Victor really couldn't complain. Victor was just about to open his mouth when the bombastic Ms. Shourichi beat him to it. They would be able to handle it, they had to be. Why the hell would a deadbeat loser janitor be here if he wasn't able to handle giant murder monsters, after all? Victor nodded slightly as Corinne talked, attempting to convey his own feelings without interrupting Corinne. He sure as hell didn't want to cut her off or anything. Considering her personality, Victor just didn't know what the hell to expect if he somehow managed to piss her off. He continued to stare at Ms. P, occasionally throwing a winning smile or a wink, which were obviously ignored. To be honest, Victor wasn't some thirsty guy that lusted after every girl he saw... He just acted that way. It makes people feel better about themselves to know they're attractive, and Victor also knew the importance of a good laugh. He liked to think, despite the several close sexual harassment claims, he was making people feel less on edge about the whole "Murderous monsters" thing. Plus, staring at cute girls was always fun, so why stop now.

Turning slightly, he found himself staring at Ms.Stoll's rack. Now she was something - Black hair, nice bod, and she liked sweaters - the most comfortable of clothes. Not to mention, glasses were kind of a turn on. A slight scratching was heard, and Victor quickly turned his attention to the notepad and pen...

Well, to be honest, he kind of deserved it. He was acting like a lecher, and got caught... Well, he always gets caught, and usually gets punished for it, but he still deserved it! He shrugged at her remark, before resigning himself.

"Yes ma'am! Won't happen again."

Victor made a mock salute, and laughed to himself slightly, hoping that she didn't think he was being a douche or anything. This kind of stuff happened every single meeting, because it was always so boring. He was a 22 year old kid, he couldn't care less about the funding the organization had or the mission plans. They were always debriefed before a mission, so he really didn't see a point in contributing towards the plan - he wasn't a genius or anything. This probably made him far less mature than the others, but he didn't really care. Instead, he focused on the slowly escalating tension between Corinne and Hazel - the two had made eye contact, and while neither seemed like the type to start trouble and fight... Well, Victor had seen women fight before. He was prepared to calm things down with a joke or two worst case scenario.

Ms.P was honestly the only person that Victor ever listened to during the meetings, and her last question seemed somewhat strange - were they not going to turn on the fortress' defenses beforehand? Seemed like that was the sort of thing that was kept on, like, constantly. Victor didn't make much of a fuss though. Instead, he remained calm, and occasionally glanced to Corinne and Hazel to make sure things were safe. Then again... Who would be stupid enough to fight in the board room of your boss? Victor sighed and leaned in his chair, while still keeping it grounded. He was probably an even bigger idiot for thinking they would start a fight in the first place...

The Underground

Quartermaster

Bernard 'Berry' Foreman

Quartermaster

Character Description

A man with a mysterious beauty, he has the smooth voice of a radioman who you want to listen to as you drift to unconsciousness. In fact, that is the most notable thing about Berry - his voice is almost magnetic, easily able to convince people with it's sharp wit and careful tact. He has broad shoulders, and while he is not muscular or particularly large, his face and skin are incredibly beautiful. He spends a great deal of time every single day, doing his best to make his face and general body shape as attractive as possible. This includes a strict diet, dozens of hair care products, and taking only cold showers in order to improve skin and hair softness.

This contrasts heavily with the parts he hides - underneath his clothes he has massive flabs of skin, leftover from his childhood obesity. He is extremely sensitive about this, and refuses to take off his clothes except for changing them and showering, which he does quickly and with his eyes closed. Even feeling his body causes himself great discomfort, not only from disgust, but also because there are many rashes between the folds, caused from his quick showers and a lack of washing between the flabs. To hide this secret, he wears extremely concealing clothing, such as oversized suits or lab coats. One of his biggest wishes is to eventually collect enough money to get surgery and have the skin removed. He is also sensitive about his height, believing himself to be abnormally short, even though he is 5'5. This is nowhere near as sensitive a topic as his skin, however.

Age: 36
Gender: Male
Height: 145 lbs
Weight: 5'5

Citizenship: American
Occupation: Arms Dealer, Lead Researcher and Weapons Expert for the Underground.

Individual's Power: Supernatural Intelligence

While his power's name seems impressive, he is still within human limitations in most subjects. He really shines in the fields of weaponry and robotics, where he is capable of producing masterpieces that far outperform their competition. His skill at creating these devices is almost instinctive, and half the time Berry doesn't even know how he is creating what he does. His creations are clearly superior to their regular counterparts, almost supernaturally so, but are restricted heavily by time to build, the vast number of resources larger/ more complex inventions require, and his own inexperience. Berry had only been building weapons on a relatively small scale, and he has no experience building larger scale weaponry. This doesn't necessarily mean he can't, just that he needs years of research, along with the resources to fund it, something that a group like the Underground is incapable of getting. Research time could be sped up with premade plans/blueprints or a team of researchers.

Since his power is instinctive, it is prone to failing when he is stressed or being rushed, and he is generally useless in a situation where he is without his weapons. Despite being able to, Berry has refused to adopt implants and prosthetics, because he is unsure if the risks are worth it, doesn't want to worry about the maintenance required, and views it as making himself less attractive. He has so far managed to create non-combat exoskeletons, countless variations of already created firearms and melee weapons, and several variants of robotic humanoid minions, all of which having relatively human levels of durability and strength. The only difference among them are that some are equipped with flight units and all are equipped with various weaponry. He does not currently have any of his robots, as they were confiscated by the government a few years ago and Berry has not had the resources to rebuild them. Considering they were relatively weak software-wise and were prone to hacking or freezing in unexpected situations, they were only really good for extremely basic fighting or performing minor tasks. In all honesty, he created the droids because he though girls would think they were cool.

Biography: Born on September 2nd, 1985, Bernard Foreman was nowhere near as illustrious as he is now. He was born to a single mother, and was conceived in the back of a pickup truck on a disgusting winter night. He never met his father, but has been told that he was a celebrity by his mother, the specific one usually changing to match her different taste in men as time went on. Overall, his life wasn't horrible for being a single mother's child - he had three meals a day, had a decent childhood, and was offered all the same opportunities. While Berry hates to admit it, the problems that arose shortly after were no one's fault but his own.

Berry had always been smart - he managed to master reading by the age of 1 and 2 months, and only proceeded at an exponential rate, eventually mastering calculus by the age of 6. People praised him constantly, and he rapidly jumped through grades, managing to Graduate high school at the meager age of 12, without even trying. He refused to enter college, viewing it as a waste of time, instead pursuing his sole interest at the time - becoming a gourmet. Berry, his entire life, loved food - it was the thing he did the most for, the thing he strived to reach and never grew tired of. He used to eat anything, but as time went on, he slowly grew pickier as his tastes refined. Well, he was willing to eat anything still, but he preferred much fancier, more expensive meals. His mother did her best to cooperate, taking on multiple jobs to feed her steadily more conceited and growing boy. By the age of 16, it would not be an understatement to say he was one of the smartest men on earth. He weighed 300 pounds. This was when the incident occurred.

Terror spread like wild fire, constant looting and aggression being commonplace. It was utter chaos, people committing atrocities for the pettiest of reasons. Hell, it wasn't abnormal to see a corpse only a few doorsteps away. Someone 300 pounds obviously wasn't going to survive well in this type of environment, and resources were running out quickly - between the two of them, the food supply they had was already empty. His mother, the caring mother she always was, left to go find food - if she couldn't buy any... well, she'd probably be able to steal some and make it back.

Berry spent the next two days alone in the small, 1 story home. The hunger nearly convinced the boy to escape and look for food, but the sounds of gunshots and screams were too intimidating for the boy. Instead, he stayed curled up with his sole protection - an M14 rifle, left over from a visit from his uncle, a hunter. The day was spent, huddled in a chair or corner, all lights off and windows drawn, doing his best to not draw attention. He was somewhat thankful that his house had a decrepit appearance, as that probably deterred some looters. The entire time he wasn't sleeping, wishing he had some food, or fearing for his life, he chose to look at the rifle. It was honestly very well made - but wouldn't it be nicer if the scope had better magnification? Of that it shot at a higher fps or had a greater range? Countless possibilities flooded his mind as Berry considered possibilities he never had before - under the extreme circumstances, he was thinking of how to kill more efficiently. That was how those two days went - until the door to his home was kicked down. Berry, who was sleeping at the time, barely managed to grab the rifle and point it at the man with the flashlight. After his eyes got used to the sudden light, Berry saw who it was.

Men in riot gear, with the word "POLICE" etched across the chest and riot shields in bold print. Immediate relief overtook Berry and, after surrendering his weapon, he was taken to safety. President Andrews had apparently issued a state of lock down, which Berry was thankful for. After all, it had saved his life. He was fed a small meal, and taken to a government building where dozens of other survivors were gathered. Some had shattered clothes, some were more fed than others... some had blood on them. The entire scenario was horrifying, but the nightmare was finally over. Berry was given refuge in the government building for a week. However, he would live in the local orphanage for 2 years, as his mother was never found. She was given a body less burial, and his uncle was given a regular burial several days later - he was found with several bite marks out of his body, caused by his pets or rabid animals. Overwhelming sadness consumed Berry, having lost the only family members he had ever known. Berry decided to fill the void the only way he knew how - he ate more, ate heavier than he ever had before. After 3 months, he had extreme difficulties walking and, in one incident, fell. Badly. Both legs were broken, and he still walks with a limp in his left to this day. This event, this crushing feeling of helplessness as he recovered in the hospital, sparked him to lose this weight he had been carrying his entire life.

The next two years, Berry lost significant weight, managing to get down to only 230 pounds. This was when he was kicked out of the orphanage - he had officially become an adult, and was no longer allowed to stay. With inherited debt from his mother and uncle, Berry turned to the only thing he knew that would get him the needed money - crime. Using his knowledge of weapons, which he had been collecting ever since he first held the M14 that was his safeguard, and a small loan from the bank, Berry began to sell modified weaponry on the black market.

His reputation quickly soared, and under the moniker of "Quartermaster", he became known for the quality of his products, and the speed at which he produced them. After 3 years, he turned 21, and had finally managed to payback the heavy debts of his mother and uncle, while also managing to keep up the bills of his old home. This was where he lived and operated out of the last few years, and was continuing to lose weight, albeit at a slower rate thanks to the large amount of work he was doing. This was when he began to charge less for his products - now that he was well situated, he didn't need to charge nearly as much as he was earlier. This only made his well-known reputation oar to greater heights, and by the age of 24, nearly every villain in the state came to him for their weapons, and several from outside the state came as well. He weighed 180 pounds, and it was nearly impossible to tell his weight while he wore his signature lab coat. At this point, police began to search for him due to his dealings, but thanks to his massive security measures and the fact he used robots to do his deals, it took a while to be discovered.

As his skill and talent rised, several still-surviving villain groups attempted to get Berry to join them, but he has refused everyone. Not only would it close business opportunities, it also was begging for the authorities to find him. Berry's bank account was decent, he enjoyed what he did, and it rarely caused trouble. He was happy.

The police discovered him at the age of 30.

As a child prodigy, Berry had attracted the attention of many people and, after all these years, people were wondering what he was doing. A news team, coming to his listed residency, were able to see a half-made plasma rifle, contracted by a particularly wealthy businessman for his guard. On the gun was the Quartermaster's signature mark, a black spiral around the barrel of the gun. Being relatively well-known by the public at this point, he was reported to the police, and was soon on the run. His entire home was ransacked, with the government taking all of his weapons and robots. For the next 5 years, Berry lived on the street, hiding from the police and relying on the generosity of others to survive. Villains were now nonexistent, and Berry had nowhere to turn to. He was close to turning himself in, until he remembered that he would almost certainly be killed. He soon resigned himself to his fate, before hearing word on the street. It was only a whisper or two, here and there, but it was enough - there was a group, composed of the heroes and villains of old. They sought to dismantle the oppressive totalitarianism that encompassed the once great nation, and bring back the era of freedom they once knew. Berry, instead, saw a place that may offer refuge to him.

The Cosmic Warriors!

I'm here, still writing up char. Sorry for not popping in sooner.

Edit: Jesus I'm taking awhile, sorry. Work and school have kept me busy last few days, this guy will be done in a day or two.

The Underground

@The Incredible John
This guy okay?

Quartermaster

Bernard 'Berry' Foreman

Quartermaster

Character Description

A man with a mysterious beauty, he has the smooth voice of a radioman who you want to listen to as you drift to unconsciousness. In fact, that is the most notable thing about Berry - his voice is almost magnetic, easily able to convince people with it's sharp wit and careful tact. He has broad shoulders, and while he is not muscular or particularly large, his face and skin are incredibly beautiful. He spends a great deal of time every single day, doing his best to make his face and general body shape as attractive as possible. This includes a strict diet, dozens of hair care products, and taking only cold showers in order to improve skin and hair softness.

This contrasts heavily with the parts he hides - underneath his clothes he has massive flabs of skin, leftover from his childhood obesity. He is extremely sensitive about this, and refuses to take off his clothes except for changing them and showering, which he does quickly and with his eyes closed. Even feeling his body causes himself great discomfort, not only from disgust, but also because there are many rashes between the folds, caused from his quick showers and a lack of washing between the flabs. To hide this secret, he wears extremely concealing clothing, such as oversized suits or lab coats. One of his biggest wishes is to eventually collect enough money to get surgery and have the skin removed. He is also sensitive about his height, believing himself to be abnormally short, even though he is 5'5. This is nowhere near as sensitive a topic as his skin, however.

Age: 36
Gender: Male
Height: 145 lbs
Weight: 5'5

Citizenship: American
Occupation: Arms Dealer, Lead Researcher and Weapons Expert for the Underground.

Individual's Power: Supernatural Intelligence

While his power's name seems impressive, he is still within human limitations in most subjects. He really shines in the fields of weaponry and robotics, where he is capable of producing masterpieces that far outperform their competition. His skill at creating these devices is almost instinctive, and half the time Berry doesn't even know how he is creating what he does. His creations are clearly superior to their regular counterparts, almost supernaturally so, but are restricted heavily by time to build, the vast number of resources larger/ more complex inventions require, and his own inexperience. Berry had only been building weapons on a relatively small scale, and he has no experience building larger scale weaponry. This doesn't necessarily mean he can't, just that he needs years of research, along with the resources to fund it, something that a group like the Underground is incapable of getting. Research time could be sped up with premade plans/blueprints or a team of researchers.

Since his power is instinctive, it is prone to failing when he is stressed or being rushed, and he is generally useless in a situation where he is without his weapons. Despite being able to, Berry has refused to adopt implants and prosthetics, because he is unsure if the risks are worth it, doesn't want to worry about the maintenance required, and views it as making himself less attractive. He has so far managed to create non-combat exoskeletons, countless variations of already created firearms and melee weapons, and several variants of robotic humanoid minions, all of which having relatively human levels of durability and strength. The only difference among them are that some are equipped with flight units and all are equipped with various weaponry. He does not currently have any of his robots, as they were confiscated by the government a few years ago and Berry has not had the resources to rebuild them. Considering they were relatively relatively weak software-wise and were prone to hacking or freezing in unexpected situations, they were only really good for extremely basic fighting or performing minor tasks. In all honesty, he created the droids because he though girls would think they were cool.

Biography: Born on September 2nd, 1985, Bernard Foreman was nowhere near as illustrious as he is now. He was born to a single mother, and was conceived in the back of a pickup truck on a disgusting winter night. He never met his father, but has been told that he was a celebrity by his mother, the specific one usually changing to match her different taste in men as time went on. Overall, his life wasn't horrible for being a single mother's child - he had three meals a day, had a decent childhood, and was offered all the same opportunities. While Berry hates to admit it, the problems that arose shortly after were no one's fault but his own.

Berry had always been smart - he managed to master reading by the age of 1 and 2 months, and only proceeded at an exponential rate, eventually mastering calculus by the age of 6. People praised him constantly, and he rapidly jumped through grades, managing to Graduate high school at the meager age of 12, without even trying. He refused to enter college, viewing it as a waste of time, instead pursuing his sole interest at the time - becoming a gourmet. Berry, his entire life, loved food - it was the thing he did the most for, the thing he strived to reach and never grew tired of. He used to eat anything, but as time went on, he slowly grew pickier as his tastes refined. Well, he was willing to eat anything still, but he preferred much fancier, more expensive meals. His mother did her best to cooperate, taking on multiple jobs to feed her steadily more conceited and growing boy. By the age of 16, it would not be an understatement to say he was one of the smartest men on earth. He weighed 300 pounds. This was when the incident occurred.

Terror spread like wild fire, constant looting and aggression being commonplace. It was utter chaos, people committing atrocities for the pettiest of reasons. Hell, it wasn't abnormal to see a corpse only a few doorsteps away. Someone 300 pounds obviously wasn't going to survive well in this type of environment, and resources were running out quickly - between the two of them, the food supply they had was already empty. His mother, the caring mother she always was, left to go find food - if she couldn't buy any... well, she'd probably be able to steal some and make it back.

Berry spent the next two days alone in the small, 1 story home. The hunger nearly convinced the boy to escape and look for food, but the sounds of gunshots and screams were too intimidating for the boy. Instead, he stayed curled up with his sole protection - an M14 rifle, left over from a visit from his uncle, a hunter. The day was spent, huddled in a chair or corner, all lights off and windows drawn, doing his best to not draw attention. He was somewhat thankful that his house had a decrepit appearance, as that probably deterred some looters. The entire time he wasn't sleeping, wishing he had some food, or fearing for his life, he chose to look at the rifle. It was honestly very well made - but wouldn't it be nicer if the scope had better magnification? Of that it shot at a higher fps or had a greater range? Countless possibilities flooded his mind as Berry considered possibilities he never had before - under the extreme circumstances, he was thinking of how to kill more efficiently. That was how those two days went - until the door to his home was kicked down. Berry, who was sleeping at the time, barely managed to grab the rifle and point it at the man with the flashlight. After his eyes got used to the sudden light, Berry saw who it was.

Men in riot gear, with the word "POLICE" etched across the chest and riot shields in bold print. Immediate relief overtook Berry and, after surrendering his weapon, he was taken to safety. President Andrews had apparently issued a state of lock down, which Berry was thankful for. After all, it had saved his life. He was fed a small meal, and taken to a government building where dozens of other survivors were gathered. Some had shattered clothes, some were more fed than others... some had blood on them. The entire scenario was horrifying, but the nightmare was finally over. Berry was given refuge in the government building for a week. However, he would live in the local orphanage for 2 years, as his mother was never found. She was given a body less burial, and his uncle was given a regular burial several days later - he was found with several bite marks out of his body, caused by his pets or rabid animals. Overwhelming sadness consumed Berry, having lost the only family members he had ever known. Berry decided to fill the void the only way he knew how - he ate more, ate heavier than he ever had before. After 3 months, he had extreme difficulties walking and, in one incident, fell. Badly. Both legs were broken, and he still walks with a limp in his left to this day. This event, this crushing feeling of helplessness as he recovered in the hospital, sparked him to lose this weight he had been carrying his entire life.

The next two years, Berry lost significant weight, managing to get down to only 230 pounds. This was when he was kicked out of the orphanage - he had officially become an adult, and was no longer allowed to stay. With inherited debt from his mother and uncle, Berry turned to the only thing he knew that would get him the needed money - crime. Using his knowledge of weapons, which he had been collecting ever since he first held the M14 that was his safeguard, and a small loan from the bank, Berry began to sell modified weaponry on the black market.

His reputation quickly soared, and under the moniker of "Quartermaster", he became known for the quality of his products, and the speed at which he produced them. After 3 years, he turned 21, and had finally managed to payback the heavy debts of his mother and uncle, while also managing to keep up the bills of his old home. This was where he lived and operated out of the last few years, and was continuing to lose weight, albeit at a slower rate thanks to the large amount of work he was doing. This was when he began to charge less for his products - now that he was well situated, he didn't need to charge nearly as much as he was earlier. This only made his well-known reputation oar to greater heights, and by the age of 24, nearly every villain in the state came to him for their weapons, and several from outside the state came as well. He weighed 180 pounds, and it was nearly impossible to tell his weight while he wore his signature lab coat. At this point, police began to search for him due to his dealings, but thanks to his massive security measures and the fact he used robots to do his deals, it took a while to be discovered.

As his skill and talent rised, several still-surviving villain groups attempted to get Berry to join them, but he has refused everyone. Not only would it close business opportunities, it also was begging for the authorities to find him. Berry's bank account was decent, he enjoyed what he did, and it rarely caused trouble. He was happy.

The police discovered him at the age of 30.

As a child prodigy, Berry had attracted the attention of many people and, after all these years, people were wondering what he was doing. A news team, coming to his listed residency, were able to see a half-made plasma rifle, contracted by a particularly wealthy businessman for his guard. On the gun was the Quartermaster's signature mark, a black spiral around the barrel of the gun. Being relatively well-known by the public at this point, he was reported to the police, and was soon on the run. His entire home was ransacked, with the government taking all of his weapons and robots. For the next 5 years, Berry lived on the street, hiding from the police and relying on the generosity of others to survive. Villains were now nonexistent, and Berry had nowhere to turn to. He was close to turning himself in, until he remembered that he would almost certainly be killed. He soon resigned himself to his fate, before hearing word on the street. It was only a whisper or two, here and there, but it was enough - there was a group, composed of the heroes and villains of old. They sought to dismantle the oppressive totalitarianism that encompassed the once great nation, and bring bac the era of freedom they once knew. Berry, instead, saw a place that may offer refuge to him.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Theodore Smith

Dirk Davidson

Interactions: @Achronum@Tybalt Capulet

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Theo honestly felt extremely confident - not only because he was Dirk at the moment, but because he seemed to be the most experienced with MMOs in the group. He knew tackling them all at once was the perfect strategy, and doing one at a time was just making things slower. Besides, the only really dangerous quests were the boar quest and the Guard Duty. The boars were probably far outclassed by three players, and were probably weak even by the floor's standards, so those were honestly not too much of a problem... probably. Meanwhile, Guard duty was more dangerous in that it could be a trap. After all, Guard Duty seemed more like a time wasting quest than anything, and considering this admin supposedly tapped them in the game, he probably wasn't going to go that easy. And even if it was just as it said, it still wasted time, and should be saved for last. Surely, the others would agree. Aster was the first to do so, waiting for a little while to read the longer, actual requests. In all honesty, Theo hadn't even thought of doing so, and didn't really care - after all, they were probably just a rehashed "Please help, kind stranger" thing, and Theo was too anxious to start moving. Wasting time was detrimental in an MMO, at least near the beginning - they take dozens, if not hundreds of hours to grind a level 1 character to proper raiding level, and that is in games with max level caps. Talrae not only didn't have a max level, but had over a hundred floors, each being massive in size...

Theo was snapped out of thought by Aster and Kajin waiting at the door, having already accepted all the quests, silently shaking himself to alertness, he followed behind them, traveling at a slow jog to keep up with their walk. The travel time was relatively short - these were starting mobs, and were only a short walk away from the city. Just as the quest suggested, the boars were near the road, which explained how they attacked people. Kajin had been explaining the strategy, which Theo understood and approved of - pulling aggro from a distance was smart, as that would do a decent amount of damage and pull a single mob away from the group. While it most likely cost mana to launch a magic attack, Theo thought that it was worth it - after all, if Kajin ran out of mana, they could just head back to the city and rest up. Besides, a single boar could be taken out by one of them most likely, let alone 3.

“Alrighty ladies and gentlemen, I guess it’s time to get down to business! I think we should stay here and let me use Frostbite to pull aggro initially and when they get closer Dirk can aggravate them off me, allowing Aster to follow up with attacks from behind without getting in harm’s way. I’ll stay close to Dirk so the time it takes to change targets doesn’t get me hurt either. Unless you guys want to try something else, just let me know when we want to start this.”

Theo slowly stalked to Kajin's side, ready to leap in front of him the second he finishes casting his Frostbite. He nodded at Kajin's plan.

"Got it! Sounds like the perfect plan!"

Theo flashed a toothy smile and winked, before drawing his sword and preparing.

"Oh, and Aster - you don't have to, but try and finish off the boar as quick as possible. I only got 6 uses of Aggravate before I run out of mana, so make each second count."

Theo's voice wasn't cheery and light-hearted as he said this. In fact, this was the most serious Theo had been since he entered the game. He wasn't nervous in the slightest - it was almost eerie. Despite all the evidence, he refused to accept that they would die upon death. It was simply ridiculous, killing people in a game...

The only thing more eerie was that he didn't even think about being stuck in the game. Hell - Theo may actually enjoy it. He always wanted to be someone he wasn't, he constantly sought escapism and playing in another person's shoes. This was his chance. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell the other's though - Dirk was a cool football player in the real world, not some nerd who wanted to be someone else even though his life was good. Quickly, Theo shook these thoughts from his head.

The chance of death was still a possibility, no matter how unlikely. And Theo wasn't going to risk testing the theory that death wasn't real. He gripped the sword tightly, feeling the handle dig into his bare flesh slightly. it was comfortable, compared to the heavy buckler he held in the other hand. They both felt so real...

How would pain feel? Was he smart to pick the tank role? Wait, focus - Theo's eyes narrowed, and he was prepared to run forwards the second the frostbite connected.

The Underground

@The Incredible John
Nearly done my Evil genius, he should be posted tomorrow or Friday.

EDIT: Wow, school has kept me busy, sorry. Only got a paragraph or two of Bio left, then I'll post - shouldn't be later than Sunday.