Fisk

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Largoes lets out an exasperated huff, scratching the back of his head with a raised brow. "Pkers, eh?" He grumbles, reluctant to stow his weapons merely at the mention of the word. "That's good to know. We'll have to keep an eye out..." The Guardian mumbles, flicking his tail pensively. He gives a cautionary glance to their surroundings on hearing that, but it's unlikely that even a motley crew like this would be staked out by anyone. '--Hopefully not, at least. Not only would it be real trouble if we were lower level, we're also disorganized, right now.' Largoes has been confronted by pkers before, but has managed to avoid any fights with them. You just use a flashy skill that most everyone else hasn't seen before, and they're running for the hills-- But he's not certain that'll work for everyone... The otter shakes his head a little, casting his thoughts away for a moment as Kosuke brings up bringing the Cleric along. Would that be wise? Of course, a healer is most welcome in theory; the only reason he and Aiko have had any close calls is due to their lack of significant healing in the past. Largoes glances over to his best friend warily, sighing softly into his scarf. While he had no objections to having Tamina tag along, Aiko seems to already be unhappy on first contact. If the Cleric does stick around, then there would be some bad group-chemistry to sort out. "If you're right about those pkers, then we shouldn't stay still too long, here." Largoes murmurs, looking towards the direction they were headed. A fourth party member would make things easier, after all, but if there's any more, he's not sure he can be as confident in his speech as he is right now. Crowds make him want to be quiet. "Ah... I think it's alright if you come along, Tamina. --If you've got no more cats to chase, of course." The otter jokes, grinning a bit behind his scarf. As long as he can keep Aiko from maiming this other girl, this will hopefully turn out for the better.

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Largoes walked out of the city with the others, ending up a pace or two ahead while they were changing. He’d fallen into the habit of changing his gear physically, instead of through the menu. Every time he changed the clothes on his torso, it always made a mess out of his scarf. Quizzically, instead of just making it a habit to fix the long piece of neck-wear, he just made it a policy to change normally, whenever possible. His strange, ethereal shield and crystalline, clear mallet at his side, and his menacing obsidian hammer latched precariously on his back. Though, as he made his way outside with Aiko and Kosuke, the idea had only just sunk in that he was already in his combat gear, that whole time—Meaning he’d slept in it the night before….

…Which means, whatever antics he’d gotten to while inebriated, somehow involved him changing into this. “O-oh crud… What happened, last night…?” He mumbles to himself, shaking his head out. N-nothing from last night that actually happened has come back to haunt him, so it must have been a mostly harmless affair. He brings his scarf all the way up to half-cover his snout, narrowing his eyes a bit, as if trying to remember. All he knows of his encounter with booze is that he loses presence of mind really quickly.

As Aiko and Kosuke exchanged words, he simply gave the Fox Tail a knowing nod and a smirk as his thoughts are drawn more inward.
He looks back to Akihabara with a glance, deep in thought. Shiroe… Someone so influential in this world, his name showed up on some event item flavor text, and even the occasional mention from People of the Land, as far as all the way back home—Far from the Crescent Islands. Word of his exploits and accomplishments with the Debauchery Tea Party, that his name alone stood out from that group. Someone with such influence that even before the Apocalypse, the world had been shaped by him. Mere weeks after the fact, he’d somehow made a town out of a dystopia-- a community out of a confused gaggle.
Largoes grips his hammer tighter in his hand as he holds it over his shoulder, still. I’ve got a long way to go… B-but I’ll make my mark. I swear it.

The Guardian’s thoughts are interrupted as a blurred, quick movement catches his eye. —An enemy? he thinks sharply to himself, narrowing his eyes as his fur bristles slightly. Or, wait… Would the Sunrise do better, here? I may need to try and distract the threat, before the Samurai is wounded… In an instant, the blur quickly made its way around Kosuke, but before he could even notice what had just happened, he barely manages to reposition his hammer before another flash of movement was upon the group. “K-Kosuke!” He squeaks, alarmed. He reflexively rears his Sunset hammer back, freezing in place and blinking as his thoughts catch up with his body.

“…B-buh?” He murmurs, his stance relaxing as he tries to make sense of what was happening. A girl had full-on tackled the poor Wolf Fang, seemingly bursting with all kinds of colorful emotions. This wasn’t an act of aggression, clearly. She was excited, apologetic, and awe-struck, all at the same time as she fawned over Kosuke’s wolf ears and squealing something about a kitty. Or, wait.. Did she think he’s…

“—Pff!” Largoes stifles some laughter, clearing his throat with a cough as he manages to keep composed. “Ah, m-miss, er…” He starts, peering at the girl as her information pops up in his view. A Cleric? And a Title… But it looks to be purely cosmetic, as her subclass is still Dancer. Strange. “Miss T-Tamina… I think the boy needs to breathe.” He notes, crouching down a little as he gives a crooked, nervous smile. It doesn’t even cross his mind to correct the kitty/wolf perception, but it’d be a horrible waste of morale to send Kosuke to the Cathedral after the inspiring little pep-talk they’d all shared, not too long ago.

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You see, that’s exactly why Largoes stuck around with Aiko so much. When she’s trying to get through to someone, it’s like she puts the nail on your head herself, and then proceeds to mercilessly pound on it to make sure it stays. He always has things to say or speculate on, but unless he’s out in the field, he ends up too worried over how to say it, that he trips over his own words. The otter chuckles a bit, grinning and rubbing the back of his head. “Ah, gee… Y-you’re making it sound like I’m useless, Aiko!” He laughs, the volume behind his voice feeling a little more emboldened. “Just hearing you chew someone else out is enough to get me feeling bad again, here..” Largoes smirks. The Guardian’s stance turned from a flustered and uneven footing, to having a surprisingly adept and confident air about him. He doesn’t have to worry too much over what Kosuke thought of him, and that bolstered his spirits.

“Well,” Largoes starts with a huff, looking over the Samurai over. Even a glance would tell anyone that his gear alone, checks out. “..You look like you’ve gotten a lot done by yourself. I mean, you don’t get to level 68 with an attitude like yours, without fighting for it. –B-believe me, I’d know.” He adds, speaking up. He grabs at his scarf with one hand for added moral support, nodding. He just had to recover from Aiko’s rather joke from earlier, it seems. He’s found his voice, again. “..The only question left to ask, I guess, is whether you have post-Apocalypse combat experience. Seeing as how you haven’t ventured out alone, despite being so jumpy about groups, well…” He notes out loud. “Crimson Blade or not, no bard will sing your name over the Shadow Dancer’s and Justicar’s if you can’t keep up with them! It’s only been a short while since the Apocalypse, but we’ve seen our share of trouble, already…” The otter grins a bit, hoisting his Sunset hammer off from his back. The orange veins pulse as if in response to his touch, the large hammer lifted seemingly effortlessly by him. The Guardian holds the great weapon over behind his shoulder, beaming a toothy grin. “We're wanderers of a sort, so we'll figure out where we're going soon enough. --Whadda ‘ya say we bring you up to speed, first?”

There were a few spots he wanted to check out, and they were all a fair distance away from Akihabara. There would be more than enough time to get acquainted with how the Samurai fights. Perhaps the other way around, too. He starts planning a route, and before long, becomes drawn to his thoughts, putting a hand to his face with a pensive look on his face. "...Maybe, if... Hm, that way? Or..." He mumbles choppily, suddenly having zoned out for the moment.

On that day, RPG received a grim reminder.

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I'm getting mixed feelings, here. The word Fury is involved, but I don't quite register 'Fury' when I look at that face.

Maybe I'm just really detached, I don't know.

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Largoes rubs the back of his head, raising a brow as the Samurai gives him a curious look, and then just sort of… Looks away. G-gosh, is talking with people really that difficult? …Did he offend him, or something? He ponders for a moment, thinking to himself. It doesn’t seem like he wants to deal with anyone right now, so perhaps it’d do to leave him alone.
‘For once, my intuition was right.’ He thinks to himself. The Guardian opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by a light tap on his shoulder. He turns around, smiling a bit as he sees Aiko behind him. He’ll never get used to how silent she is when she’s sneaking around, but he’s glad he found her here. Before he can say another word, though, his eyes widen and his face goes pale.

"Largoes-san... I-I was so confused last night... W-when you asked me to go on a... on a date with you,"

“H-hey, what’s.. What’s with the honorifics, now? And—Wait.. I.. I s-said…” He stutters, staring blankly at her. One drink was all it took, eh? “I-I’m sorry if I… I didn’t mean to s-- I don’t even r-remember—“

"B-But after thinking it over, I'm glad I said yes... I'm so excited to go out tonight. I've never seen you so confident, I guess... It's just a new side of you, huh?"

Largoes gulps, falling silent. I messed up, I messed up, I messed up, I messed up--
Before his thoughts could even catch up with him, it was only seconds before the Fox Tail had dropped the act, giggling behind her hand. The Guardian gives a defeated sigh as color returns to his face, albeit redder than earlier. He clears his throat as he coughs into his hand, finding his voice again and regaining his composure. “..Y-you’re a jerk, you know that?” He says jokingly, giving his friend a good-natured push. Er… At least, he thinks that meant she was joking. He tugs at his scarf like it’s the collar of a shirt that was suddenly slightly too tight on him. He’d be no good on a date, let alone with his best—and essentially only friend. The incessant teasing and joking came with the companionship, and quite frankly, he welcomed it.

As Aiko had greeted the Samurai with slightly greater success than him, Largoes steps aside, turning to face the Samurai again. He opens his mouth to try and protest being a bother, frowning and flicking his tail, but ever-slow to the draw, he catches Aiko’s knowing glance again. “Ah, right. S-she’s just joking, still..” He mumbles under his breath, half-relieved. After being so detached from people, Aiko has done a good job of innately teaching him social cues. Mostly by thoroughly embarrassing him, whether he picks up on it or not… But it was all in good nature.

The otter perks his ears as Kosuke speaks up, crossing his arms and ‘ah’ing. Confidence issues, then. So he was apologizing, earlier. He casts a glance over to Aiko, swaying his tail a bit. He knows about not being able to fight in a group, or not getting along with people. It feels easier to just let people pass by, while you do your own thing. He hadn’t thought to invite the Samurai to join them for a while, but maybe it’d do them all some good, after all.

“…H-have you tried before, Kosuke?” He asks out of the blue, a smirk peeking out from behind his scarf.

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Display Name: Largoes, the Justicar

Real Name: Angelo Burr

Age: 16

Race: Race of Ritual (Otter-beastman appearance)

Level: 65
Class: Guardian
Subclass: Justicar - Title

Appearance: Despite being of the Race of Ritual, Largoes doesn’t look like a human. He retains the strange, cryptic markings that are indicative of his race, but looks more like an otter beastman than anything else. His hair is messy and unkept, the same color as his brown/beige fur. Strange ‘tattoos’ of black fur show up on him, running along one side of his face, each of his hands, and a large circle on his back. In his combat clothes, only the one on the side of his face shows, and in casual wear, the face and hand tattoos can be seen. He stands at around 5’6”, and looks rather scrawny for his class/role. With framless rectangular glasses, a meek gaze with his emerald-green eyes and a skittish personality, he doesn’t seem like he’ll do a good job of protecting anyone, really.

Personality and quirks:
Avid collector of trinkets and dungeon memorabilia, which means his inventory is often clogged with what others call ‘useless etc. junk’.

When the situation isn’t violent, Largoes is very social yet meek, tending to be soft-voiced and easily flustered or embarrassed. He’ll often stutter and grab at his scarf for comfort, or adjust his glasses-- all habits that he’d picked up in the real world.

He consumes alarming amounts of seafood. This is also a real-world habit, and it’s only by coincidence that he happens to be an otter in Elder Tale.

As someone who knows all sorts of little details about this world, he’s happy to share what he knows, be it monster biology, climatology, and the like. Odds are, he only knows what you don’t need to know, though: Like monster mating rituals, obscure lore, and text references.

Gear:

Clothes and equipment

Largoes’ combat gear is almost all part of the ‘Sol set’, a set of equipment that had been earned from a quest far up in the north in what’s called “The Cold Observatory”. Although he has all sorts of casual scarves to wear, he always wears the same red and black striped scarf when in-combat. He wears a combination of cloth and plate armor, which gives him stronger maneuverability and magical resistance than other Guardians. In turn, his physical defense is laughable, by comparison. Largoes’ combat armor includes obsidian-colored plate mail boots and gloves with golden accents, accompanied by a white and red tabard and cloak outfit.

Eclipsis – The night-black plate mail on Largoes’ hands and feet. Grants the user bonus strength, inversely related to their defense stat.
The sun’s harsh rays weaken, and those that prospered under its light wither. The meek inherit their strength, and grow courage from their weakness.

Eclipsin – The red and white cloak and tabard, simple in design, with runic patterns sewn into it. It heavily favors magical defense over physical.
Under the light of the Rose Moon, the Astral Magus’ strength was at its zenith. The circle was drawn, and the blood rite paid; when the world blocks the sun from shining on her pale sister, the runes will blaze with bright light, granting magic mightier than any strength.

Everwarm Scarf – No known in-game effects. Obtained as a wearable etc. item in a Raid by Aiko, who had gifted it to Largoes.
Presumably sewn from the down of a Phoenix, this red and black scarf is absurdly long. It will always stay warm, and in times of near-death, its wearer may report feeling a separate heartbeat, accompanied by a feeling of relaxation and rejuvenation. The heat then fades, and the scarf turns black, its color and warmth returning as soon as the next day.

Casual Clothing: No matter the weather, Largoes is always wearing either a coat or a sweater and long pants, usually jeans, seemingly oblivious to whether or not it’s too hot outside. On top of this, he’s almost never without a scarf bundled around his neck. He’s got an incredibly large collection of kinds and colors, but has a natural tendency to wear what might be considered ‘winter’ scarves. He has a penchant for dark, calm colors: Blacks, blues, and dark greens are colors you’ll often see him wearing.

Weapons

Earned as part of a Chain Quest that brought both Largoes and Aiko far to the north of the NA servers. Notoriously known as the ‘least worth quest line’, the few that had ever completed it had clearly decided that their findings weren’t even worth sharing on the internet. The tedious quest line, filled with jump quests and lore quizzes rather than item collecting and monster hunting, had yielded the curiously contrary ‘Sol set’, which has effects that amplify the opposite of what the average player would need strengthened. The Sorcerer set increases physical attack with little to no magic bonus, and the Assassin’s set boasts physical defense and hate-gain, for example. The flavor text is heavy with cryptic messages and strange metaphors.

Solis Occasum - Otherwise known as “The Sunset”, this obsidian two-handed mace is heavy and blunt. Deep, calm orange colors run along this weapon like marbled veins. Part of the seldom seen and rarely used ‘Sol set’, this enigmatic Guardian weapon further amplifies the magical strength and resistance of the wielder in combat, the more they attack and receive damage respectively. Earned from completing the “(K)night’s End” quest in the North American servers.
The sun rests its weary, battered body. Her pale sister greets her in the twilight sky, where the border between the physical and ethereal is weakest. The kingdom of night comes to reign again for another celestial hour, as even the sunset must come to an end.

Sol Ortisa – Also known as “The Sunrise”, this is a one-handed mace and shield set. Unlike other weapons, both must be equipped together. The shield is ethereal and wispy, looking more like it’s meant to block magical attacks than physical. The mace is made of a mostly-clear material, radiating a bright light when it’s held by its owner. The color of the light depends on the type of magic being channeled through it. Part of the ‘Sol set’, this curious Guardian equipment grows stronger for each different type of magic present—The hammer becomes slightly stronger with allied magic being channeled nearby, and the shield becomes much stronger when blocking enemy spells. Earned from completing the “(K)night’s End” quest in the North American servers.
The sun climbs its way up, fighting back the night. Her pale sister flees, whispering words of vengeance. “The meek shall band together, and daylight’s protectors will be naught but bones, come moonrise. We will come.” The sun shudders, hesitating as it soars into the air. This was no empty threat.

History In-Game: Gaming was always Largoes’ favorite activity, and his full-time escape from life. He was talented at gaming, if nothing else, but few things excited him more than exploring and questing, so for a little while, he played solo. Elder Tale was an escape to him, a place where he didn’t have to pretend to be happy or sad, or look excited when he wasn’t-- but he knew that others didn’t share that philosophy. As a mark of both respect and fear, he kept to himself. It worked out well enough for him. The most popular servers were roleplay servers after all, so if he acted like he normally does—fretting over little details, seeming more or less detached, and an overall recluse—Other players either left him alone, or accepted that as part of his character. He drifted along, completing quests, and piecing the lore together as he explored. He always thought that he’d be alone the whole time, doing what he wanted, and drifting from party to party as required. Nobody cared for the more obscure quests, anyway. “What’s in it for me?”, they’d ask. “I mean, if it doesn’t drop anything good, why do it?”

Other players simply broke his immersion. How could he be bothered to include other people if they were all too busy with their own interests?

Well, he thought that way, until he encountered Aiko. Outside a small raid lobby, she had spotted him. Largoes normally didn’t like raids— All that communication made everything feel more like a math problem than a fight. But, when they spoke with each other, she spoke like there was no one behind the screen. “This is me,” he’d imagine her saying. And it didn’t feel like a lie. They hung around more and more often after that short raid. Occasionally, Largoes would come by and help with one of Aiko’s raids to level up. Other times, she’d come and visit him to join his little questing sprees, and get otherwise inaccessible items. He could feel and act like himself, without having to rely on his real-world mask to be friends with her. They travelled from land to land, server to server, exploring and learning along the way. They joined raids and completed obscure quests, and long before they’d even started, they found themselves excited to explore further and further.
After the apocalypse, the two found themselves stranded on what was called the Crescent Islands in the NA servers… Japan, in the city of Akihabara.

Their new reality was Elder Tale.