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3 yrs ago
Current Pirates, monsters, magic, islands and no civilization to steal from. Hmm.
5 yrs ago
Now, what happens when you have a bunch of monsters that were living in a forest and they get transmigrated into a futuristic urban setting?
6 yrs ago
I know that few, if any, people on this site would be interested in it... but... I just got an idea for a SAO/GGO/XCOM/UFO crossover... fun tingles...
6 yrs ago
Life has never given mankind sufficient time... nor sleep... nor comprehension. If it had, we would have stopped trying.
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6 yrs ago
It can be greatly refreshing to return to a thing that one has long loved.
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Jin Yeong arrived at his office full of expectation. It was a rare day when there was less than a dozen scrolls waiting to be purused and a greater number of matters to attend to. Yet, when he slid the door open, what greeted him was a desk with two scrolls and a single sheet of message paper. The two scrolls proved to be for the usual reports and he finished both of them in short order. Beautifully written and meticulous as always, they were sure to bring the usual pay.

The message was a different matter. He unfolded the paper and held it in front of him for several long moments. It was well written, concise, and explained why his desk was so light. It was from two levels of authority above him in the Guild.

"The cutting planted in hope may all too soon wither away to nothing for the weight of idleness upon it."

Jin Yeong folded the message again and lay it back upon his desk in an upside down manner, to indicate that he had read it. Then he turned to face the corner of the room and reached out, pulling a spear from the shadow that lurked there most days. There was dust on the weapon but its high quality and venerable age were both still clearly visible. He took a small cloth from a drawer of his desk and a small bottle of oil. Adding a small amount of the oil to the cloth, he proceeded to polish the weapon back to brightness. Due to his limited size this required several changes of position. After all, the spear was over nearly six feet long. It was not so far from being twice his height in length. As such, he preferred to not carry it unless he had to. And this time, he would have to.

The message from his superior had to have meant that he was letting a skill or talent remain idle when it should be trained. With the work he had been doing, there were only two skills that he could think of, which would fit that description well enough. The first was people skills. In spite of having worked for the guild for over a year Jin Yeong had managed to avoid forming any kind of social attachments. He had also avoided writing home for the past fifteen years or so. The other skill was likely his skill with the spear and the powers it possessed. These were things that he should continue to develop, even though they might seem distasteful to his sense of his ideal self.

He finished polishing the Spear of Heaven's Lake and returned the cloth to its place, properly folded. It was time for him to pay more attention to the mission board. So, he tucked the spear under his left arm and proceeded to leave his office with its disappointingly empty desk behind him. His steps were dutiful but not eager as he came down the stairs into the common area and began trying to work his way toward the board. There were a number of older and more experienced spirits in the area around the board. Two, in particular, were familiar from various reports and casual passing greetings.

As such, Jin Yeong bowed formally to Ryuki and Shuroi who had arrived in his absence. He then bowed again to Shiru, whose seated position must mean that he was considering his options most seriously and should not be disturbed. There were a number of far younger people there, some who had achievements worthy of respect already behind them and many more who had yet to earn such renown. Yet, Jin Yeong did not see any of his senior spirits forming traveling parties for any of the available quests. He did not feel capable enough to lead less experienced agents and dared not disrespect his seniors by attempting to join them as an equal with his limited battle prowess. Instead, the rabbit in human form took a close look at the missions available, including the one that he had to read through the crook of a certain Nekomata's elbow.

The search for a Kirin looked like it would be fascinating but it seemed that the only person interested in that mission was one of the newer agents, a young Kodama who preferred to be addressed informally as Nao. She was attempting to enlist one of their seniors in the search. While Jin Yeong knew that she did not follow the same philosophy as the rabbit, it was difficult to watch her behave in such a way with one so far her elder. Yet, she did not seem to bear any of the arrogance or contempt that her appearance would suggest. He found his opinion of her torn between his eyes and his instincts. With such internal division he could do nothing but reserve judgment.

So he waited. The other two missions were likely to involve battles on a level that he might not be sufficient for without aid. He could only hope that an opportunity to assist someone else would become apparent.

@Zombehs@sakurasan@Rekaigan@Delta44@AtomicNut
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Well, plague victims tend to have a very high K/D ratio.

And of course. Anyone shit talks the Pestilence Purse, they get to taste its wrath. Win win, I say.

How else am I supposed to carry my Septims, in a pocket? Absurd.


Good points again. Though, you'd have to earn some Septims in order for that worry to be valid. So, as mercenaries... I say... get to killing and looting something!
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*collar pop* Bro, don't front.

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All money is dirty. You're going to be a straight up pestilence-ridden fashion accessory.


Heh, pestilence ridden sounds fun. How many people can claim to have killed more after dying than before? As for fashion... are you sure that you want to be seen wearing that?
@Haeo Shaddup, coin purse.


Interesting choice of term. But, don't put dirty money in clean leather, it's rude.
*sniff* There's no Argonian love... The only race that has no real reason to live on land in the first place and... people object when they go everywhere and try to take over the world! It's so not fair...
If its a valuable medicinal substance then Jin Yeong could make more of it, for a regular fee/quantity. It's one of his things.
@Ashifili He handles a variety of less dangerous and less profitable tasks that would take humans a little too long or be too boring for the more adventurous. So, his position could be described as something like a commissioned scribe/messenger. He's working for the guild for his own reasons and does what work suits him. Such work simply happens to be plentiful.
The faint noise of scampering feet blended well with the background noise in the main hall of the Guild. Jin Yeong had a message tube on his back as he raced along the wall toward the stairs that led to the upper offices where he was to deliver it. He had come from a small message relay post several miles away and was looking forward to some time at his desk. However, it was at that moment that he emerged from behind several idle feet and pieces of furniture to stand in full view of Shiro, a skilled hunter for the Guild and a person older than Jin Yeong by decades.

Thus a, slightly larger than average, black mountain hare with solid red eyes paused in its scamper while breathing deeply from a long run to stand as upright as possible and execute a respectful bow toward its senior before continuing its rush upstairs to complete its mission. Jin Yeong was not physically impressive by any standard in any form. In fact, many of his siblings were both larger and stronger than him. Yet, it was not their abilities that must dictate his path, it was his own.

The office where the message scroll was to be delivered came up quickly on his right after he ascended the stairs. He stopped a moment and shook himself, using a clawed foot to loosen the straps and remove the message tube from his back. The air around him wavered briefly and seemed to ripple with wisps of black mist. Then he stood in his human form, all three feet and six inches of it. He actually made it to four feet with his hat on, though that didn't count to most. He was still breathing heavily but had it under control when he knocked on the door. By the time he had finished the delivery and shut the office door behind him, he had regained his breath.

The next thing to do was a written report. Jin Yeong walked respectably toward his own small office, a glorified closet with a desk and small window. There was less pay involved for message running and bureaucratic work but there was never a shortage of missions of that kind. So, even with the lesser pay, he made a decent income off of his benign tasks. After that run, he was looking forward to some relaxing desk work.

@AtomicNut
@sakurasan I just know that it'll be fun.
@RainbowReindeer Hah, no. I'm not Korean. I'm just branching out into areas of mythology that I wasn't familiar with.
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