Kalas

Makeshift Reality: An Aincrad Roleplay

Mez's mind was already made up. He would be going. That was what he had been paid for, as he stood in a large crowd which had been summoned by Commander Wolfe. He was the leader of the top Guild within SAO, the death game that had enslaved the players' minds and forced them to live in a virtual world. Not that he really resented the fact. Mez was still here to prove he was the best, trapped or not. When he stepped forward, his hand nonchalantly grasping the handle of his greatsword that hung across his back, people turned to see who else would be going on the mission. "I shall join her." He stated. Hushed whispers quickly danced about the crowd, undoubtedly noting who he was and the Guild he was the leader of. "My fee has already been paid, so I shall see to it that this task is completed swiftly." He nodded towards the Commander as he said so.

Wolfe had come to him directly, a few days prior to the meeting, requesting his services to help deal with the matter that was the roaming monsters. Over the past five levels, Mez, along with his Guild, had quickly made a name throughout the player-base. The Crimson Lords were a Guild currently comprised of only three members, himself included. All at level 18, they were currently the highest level in the game, joined with a handful of other players. What made them standout, however, was the fact that each of them was a Solo Player and had played during the Beta of the game. Where some resented them, many others came to them for help. That's when Mez decided to start charging people. Initially, the idea didn't go down too well but, after two weeks, messages for help quickly began to pour in again. Mez would delegate jobs between himself, Rhan and Ashe. They would each go alone and rarely were all three of them seen together in the same place. Even now, Rhan and Ashe were on completely different floors completing jobs and collecting Col.

The Guild had worked this way since the 2nd floor and they were beginning to establish a steady pace at which they could complete jobs. Mez was often recruited for front line work, Rhan preferred crafting quests and Ashe would take on dungeon runs. Bounties were taken on a case-by-case basis. The three would look over the information given and see which of them were better suited to capturing the criminal. So far they'd only dealt with Orange Players but there was rising talk of Red Players making themselves and their horrific deeds known. It wouldn't be long before bounties would come in for those players. But that could wait for another time. Right now, Mez had to focus on the task ahead, which was stopping the rampaging monsters.

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Mez watched her as she began to respond. Marga seemed calm and collected but he knew that she was anything but. Still, he played along, making sure to stare as she moved to stretch her body in such a way that would be hard for him not to. Even despite being half Thuboisii, she still held a certain feminine charm over him. Who could blame him though, he was male after all. He remembered most of the times he'd seen her naked, she was beautiful. He'd find himself simply staring at her, appreciating every aspect of her body. His memories remain altered now, however. Slowly her true heritage would begin to reveal itself and his resentment towards her kind grew as it did so. Soon he would be overcome with fury. It was difficult to explain why but oftentimes the anger would get the best of him. This time, however, he did well to keep himself in check.

"Oh darling, the last time we were together, your hands were around my neck trying to choke the life out of me, so you see, these are only here to stop me returning the favour." @Bonjour xx

Mez had to stifle an outburst of laughter but managed to keep it to a wry smile. "Oh, you're still hung up about that?" He replied. His smile growing wider. "Figures, but I guess it was only a matter of time before you'd want to touch me again. If it's rough-housing you're interested in, though, I'm game for another round if you are?" His thoughts flashed back to the last time they saw each other. He was above her, his powerful hands wrapped around her delicate neck. There was so much anger, so much rage. He couldn't remember why he'd directed it towards her so explicitly. She was merely a half-breed. And even then, her race hadn't killed his parents...but they were the reason for their deaths.

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YOU TAKE THAT BACK.

The second bit, the first bit is fine.

@Bonjour xx

McDonalds is totally overrated.

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And did that prompt him to try and stick her with his blade, or did he just try to kill her instead? :P

@SimplyJohn

I laughed heartily at this because I'm totally immature :D

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That's probably why they two managed to stay together for as long as they did before Mez met her brother and finally cottoned on to the horrifying truth. Their children were going to be blue! :O

@SimplyJohn

Haha! Well, I changed it to have him find out during one such meeting. It seemed more fitting.

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Not in a meet the family way!! Marga's brother was part if the outfit of thieves that she used to belong to. They'd have done a job together probably.

And skin boat to tuna town???!!!!! For the love of EVERYTHING, never say that again!

@Bonjour xx

Ahh I guess that makes more sense, I guess :D

Hahaha! I figured you'd respond like that, which is pretty much why I said it ^^

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Fire. It was all he could see whenever he closed his eyes. Brilliant, raging flames burning throughout the universe, spreading from one planet to the next. Engulfing each world and every life-form that inhabited them, leaving nothing but cinders and smoke in their wake. It had been a recurring vision for just over a year now. At first, Mez had thought it was just a nightmare, something to keep him awake at night. But as time went on, as he began to force himself to see more of the vision, he soon realized that it was a warning of events that would eventually come to pass. He hadn't needed any help or spiritual guidance to interpret what the fire represented or, rather, who it represented. The Visipian Government were still searching for him, which had only served to increase their rate of expansion. He knew it wouldn't be long now. Here, on the other side of the galaxy, the Visipians would arrive and war would be thrust upon all of them.

Mez opened his eyes only to be greeted to the same, cramped transport shuttle as the one he'd first set foot on three hours prior. The only difference being the small buzz of activity that had arisen now that they'd nearly reached their objective; The Lone Star. A mysteriously abandoned ship that had randomly arrived in system, seemingly of its own accord. Mez had never believed in ghost stories, however, which is why he was fiddling with his combat blade. The tip of it precariously placed in the middle of his palm whilst he nonchalantly spun it at the handle. If the ship had arrived in system, it was because someone had meant for it to. And the only way for that to occur would be to have someone on board to pilot it. So whether the rest of them believed it was empty or not, it didn't matter. He would be ready to take down whatever it was that wanted them on that ship.

He scoured the shuttle for the hundredth time. Some of the others had stood up to speak with the pilot; Felix. They were trying to figure out a way to get onto the spacecraft without the need for anyone to actually go out into space. Moves like that were risky even at the best of times. He would be fine though, his cybernetics included an internal re-breather and a transparent, organic ooze-like substance that would cover his being to make him airtight. It wasn't the most comfortable of experiences but he'd be fine to float about in space for as long as he needed. Some of the others, however, didn't have this luxury. But nevertheless, he figured that one of them would eventually come up with a plan and all he'd need to do was sit back and relax. Something as trivial as boarding a ship wasn't a concern for him. Not considering his exemplary success during his time spent in the V.I.R.U.S. Squads.

Upon looking around the ship, he finally laid his eyes on the one person he'd been avoiding contact with for the entire journey. An old partner, a female by the name of Marga. A fellow merc and one of the most renowned thieves this side of the galaxy. The first thing he noted were the handcuffs. Not the standard issue ones that were normally used by the Navy. She'd gotten herself into some trouble, which wasn't exactly a surprise. From the time he'd known her, trouble had been all she'd ever cavorted with. But he knew that wasn't true the moment he thought of it. His gaze followed the length of her arms before reaching her upper body, which remained scarcely adorned in the usual attire she wore. It was tighter than usual, more form-fitting. The shapes and curves of her slender figure could be made out more easily. He could feel his skin tingle ever so slightly as his temperature rose by a degree. Her lithe but powerful legs had commanded his attention now. He remembered their strength as well as the nigh-impossible angles in which they could stretch, a feat that had almost baffled him at first. Images began to show themselves within his mind. Memories of her, memories of them, together. He could still remember her warm breath against him, the soft touch of her nimble fingers and the brush of her hair as the two of them lay together, entwined and entangled. The pair of them writhing about in a strange dance of lust and emotion. He remembered how warm her skin was every time he placed his lips upon her. A wave of warmth flushed over him.

But as quick as it came, the feeling was gone. 'Her skin...' His grasp on the handle of his blade tightened, whitening his knuckles. A darkened glare now plagued his face. He remembered how, for the briefest of moments, her skin had changed colour. To a light shade of blue, accompanied by strange patterns. At first, Mez thought he'd imagined it but as her screams of passion grew louder, her skin became more prominent. More Thuboisii. His train of thought was interrupted by a sudden spike of pain. The tip of his blade had begun piercing his palm. Crimson liquid oozed from the wound after he removed the weapon. But he knew by now that his enhanced cells would already be hard at work. A singular drop of blood hit the metallic grating beneath his feet but by the time he looked back up to inspect the injury, it had been healed.

When he glanced back in Marga's direction, his anger had dissipated too. Now, he only looked at her with a smirk. Stowing away his combat knife, he leaned back into his seat. "Are they supposed to be some kind of a fashion statement?" He called out, directing his question towards his former partner.

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It's a good idea but in the time they were together is it really plausible she never felt anger, fear, arousal, etc? Maybe Mez discovered her heritage when he met her brother, who could be a lot more Thuboisii looking than her? @Kalas thoughts?

@Bonjour xx

How and why would Mez have met her brother? I mean, the pair of them were running jobs together and occasionally taking the skin boat to tuna town. That's hardly a cause for "Hey, lemme introduce you to my family." In fact, any clued up guy would actively prevent such a meeting from ever happening. :P Haha!

Makeshift Reality: An Aincrad Roleplay

Well, commonly, the GM usually starts it off aha!

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Okay, stick with me here, 'cos this one's really messy. Mez's parents were killed as traitors, leaving him as a ward of the Lords indirectly responsible for their deaths. What if the treason they'd committed had something to do with helping smuggle Thuboisii through Visipian space? That would mean that Mez's rivalry was more to do with a deeper hatred of her people rather than against Marga herself, at least at first. It would also mean that the Visipians would have to be portrayed as more xenophobic than initially described, but this could always be included as part of the religious mania.

After he'd learnt the truth of his parents' fate and fled to the mercenary outpost he crossed paths with Marga and after performing a few merc jobs together, where he acted as cover for her more subtle forms of combat, the two became lovers. It wasn't until they'd been 'warping the frontier' together for a while that Mez discovered Marga's mixed race heritage and found himself repulsed at the thought of having soiled himself with a Thuboisii halfbreed. In a fit of rage he tried to kill Marga, only for her to escape him and disappear from his life.

Now, after many years apart, the ill-fated couple find themselves drawn together again, and Mez must come to terms with his feelings for his former paramour. Will he be able to overcome his racial hatred for his former lover, finally being able to accept her as she is, or will his ingrained hatred of her people drive his to make another attempt on her life?

And my having re-watched Code Geass recently and just remembered Villetta/Chigusa and Ohgi's relationship had nothing to do with me making this suggestion. By the way, if you haven't seen that anime I'd recommend it.

@SimplyJohn

This. All of this. All of my yes. Take it. TAKE IT!