@6slyboy6 The usage of the term is metaphorical, what Laue is saying is that her psychological state will eventually descend into a mode of madness and ruthlessness similar to a monster's. Someone who is both vicious, ruthless, and to some extent, insane.
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Beringer tilted his mask slightly when Alicia began to explain the importance of militaristic coordination and formation; otherwise, he made no move to interrupt her, but rather gave off the sense that he was listening intently despite his featureless expressions. Alicia eventually finished with an offer to aid Beringer in his plights around the town, to which Beringer nodded in agreement,
"What an eloquent and grand explanation of the grave importance of teamwork!" He clapped his hands together to punctuate his sentence, "Unfortunately, I am lacking in combat scenarios as, like your appearance, I am also but a mere traveler. I was simply reaped in by word of a rather boisterous banquet. To which it truly was." Rubbing the back of his neck with somewhat of an embarrassed gesture, Beringer looked to the side as if he were being bashful,
"It is true I have just about no experience in operating as anything more than a group of 6, however, toiling as a soldier isn't exactly something that holds my fancy. The only orders I hold dear are those from my mother and between the sheets." A sly smile echoes through the mask, "Otherwise, I was thinking more along the lines of a hunting party, but I have no interest in being some subordinate." Praeth said with a well natured voice, but his statement stood firmly on its own. Quickly, his attention was distracted by the sword that Susanna was holding, his gaze moving up and down Susanna before pressing downward on the blade slightly with his armored index finger, the claw-like gauntlet clacking against the metal of the sword. What a nice blade, Beringer thought with slight surprise, glancing up to analyze the features of Susanna, only for his own hidden features to actually show hints of surprise and mirthful delight,
"Ah, such a moving piece of craftsmanship, as expected, god has yet to forsake us completely." Beringer chuckled with a smile, not being entirely clear on whether he was referring to the blade or Susanna, "Surely your background cannot be simple, how formidable." He announced eccentrically, looking back towards Alicia with a hidden, but prominent stare, "We should go adventuring, go grab some demon hunting jobs, and kill some big game." He suggested with a stubborn tone.
"What an eloquent and grand explanation of the grave importance of teamwork!" He clapped his hands together to punctuate his sentence, "Unfortunately, I am lacking in combat scenarios as, like your appearance, I am also but a mere traveler. I was simply reaped in by word of a rather boisterous banquet. To which it truly was." Rubbing the back of his neck with somewhat of an embarrassed gesture, Beringer looked to the side as if he were being bashful,
"It is true I have just about no experience in operating as anything more than a group of 6, however, toiling as a soldier isn't exactly something that holds my fancy. The only orders I hold dear are those from my mother and between the sheets." A sly smile echoes through the mask, "Otherwise, I was thinking more along the lines of a hunting party, but I have no interest in being some subordinate." Praeth said with a well natured voice, but his statement stood firmly on its own. Quickly, his attention was distracted by the sword that Susanna was holding, his gaze moving up and down Susanna before pressing downward on the blade slightly with his armored index finger, the claw-like gauntlet clacking against the metal of the sword. What a nice blade, Beringer thought with slight surprise, glancing up to analyze the features of Susanna, only for his own hidden features to actually show hints of surprise and mirthful delight,
"Ah, such a moving piece of craftsmanship, as expected, god has yet to forsake us completely." Beringer chuckled with a smile, not being entirely clear on whether he was referring to the blade or Susanna, "Surely your background cannot be simple, how formidable." He announced eccentrically, looking back towards Alicia with a hidden, but prominent stare, "We should go adventuring, go grab some demon hunting jobs, and kill some big game." He suggested with a stubborn tone.
I think it adds a very personable touch to the design!
I mean, I did make a post regarding Alicia that has yet to be answered.
I think I'm going to post Praeth's character sheet in ahead of time, although for History, I think he'd probably have none at this point.
Sorry it's so small.
Beringer glanced towards the opened palm of the arm that blocked his path as if he were assuming he was being offered something. His indifferent glance suddenly coming to the realization he was being blocked after scrutinizing the lack of objects being held. His menacing mask simply swiveled at a slow rate towards Mezdon, maintaining the point at which Mezdon could feel Beringer making eye contact despite the lack of visible features.
With a lighthearted chuckle, Beringer quickly broke the atmosphere, waving his hand slightly as he was offered a seat,
"I fight for a living, why would I fight for fun?" He mused jokingly, "I was only going to ask if I could join in on Ms.Hero's army of demonic suicide. She seems like she'd turn into a wraith if she died from her hatred, I figure I'm just helping humanity."
Mezdon can hear Beringer's grin behind his words, "Of course, you should join me, you look like the adventurous type." He motioned for Mezdon to follow him carelessly as he further approached Alicia.
By the time Beringer had made it to Alicia and the others, he could only stand through their long-winded conversation while staring blankly at one of the waitresses who looked quite beautiful for common blood. Finally, Alicia looked fed up with the group and was readying to leave when Beringer entered her line of sight with a raised hand, "I'll join in on your special elite force. I don't really know if I need too much training or anything, but it seems interesting, probably." He greeted with a smiling voice. His posture was plainly relaxed, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword while the other was raised to catch Alicia's attention. His fur and leather armor gave off a faint bloody scent, but it was too muted to become prominent to the senses.
With a lighthearted chuckle, Beringer quickly broke the atmosphere, waving his hand slightly as he was offered a seat,
"I fight for a living, why would I fight for fun?" He mused jokingly, "I was only going to ask if I could join in on Ms.Hero's army of demonic suicide. She seems like she'd turn into a wraith if she died from her hatred, I figure I'm just helping humanity."
Mezdon can hear Beringer's grin behind his words, "Of course, you should join me, you look like the adventurous type." He motioned for Mezdon to follow him carelessly as he further approached Alicia.
By the time Beringer had made it to Alicia and the others, he could only stand through their long-winded conversation while staring blankly at one of the waitresses who looked quite beautiful for common blood. Finally, Alicia looked fed up with the group and was readying to leave when Beringer entered her line of sight with a raised hand, "I'll join in on your special elite force. I don't really know if I need too much training or anything, but it seems interesting, probably." He greeted with a smiling voice. His posture was plainly relaxed, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword while the other was raised to catch Alicia's attention. His fur and leather armor gave off a faint bloody scent, but it was too muted to become prominent to the senses.
Still finding time. Soon
Neron appeared in a kneeled sitting position before the throne room, his masked head facing his lap as if he were an unpowered robot. His head slowly lifted upwards, taking in his surroundings before he began to stand up with leisure. His steps began to move towards the throne room, but they stopped abruptly when he began to overhear the conversation between two players. Slowly, he crept to the edge of the doorway, peaking for only a moment to see the two characters interacting, one was named Eclipse Princess, the other; the Black King, Moon Rider.
"I'm searching for an NPC and after doing a lot of research I concluded that it's somewhere within the Black City. Have you ever heard of the Storyteller?" Those were the first words Sora was able to make out, from then he listened intently. Although he found that Eris was the real identity of the Eclipse Princess, but neither names were familiar to him, thus he tucked the information in the back of his mind. However, the second name that came up, Yoshino Tsugumi, was something he was slightly more associated to. He waited until the Eclipse Princess logged out and their was a bried silence.
His heavy footsteps finally proceeded forward as he appeared in the doorway, raising his hand in a wave before making a simple greeting, "Yo, Black King, looking quite good." He would have smiled if he could.
But Neron would be greeted with nothing but silence, the Black King having seemingly vanished from sight. No trace was left to indicate that she had ever been there, no doubt causing yet more confusion as a whole. Things certainly were strange.
Realizing nobody was present any longer, Neron glanced about and let out a mechanical sigh. He really couldn't seem to grab ahold of anything.
"How tedious." He muttered with dissatisfaction. Walking through the throne room, he arbitrarily and boredly sat on the throne, his heavy armor resounding as it landed against the seat.
The familiar sound of someone logging in was then heard at the moment and none other than the Black King, Moon Rider, appear. Looking up from her status screen, she blinked in surprise...before staring hard at the Player who had decided to just lounge about on her throne.
"Can I help you Neron?"
Neron's head lifted from his palm with a slight tilt of his neck, although he made no move to leave the throne, he seemed to glance about once more before looking back to Moon Rider. He believed the timing to be quite impeccable.
"Did you just log out then back in within the span of a couple minutes, while having just recently conversed with Eclipse Princess, Eris or whatever?" He inquired with a voice that sounded as if he were grinning, his head leaning back against his palm with an inquiring pose.
"Hmm? What are you talking about? I've only just logged in," Moon Rider said with a frown, eyes narrowing into a hard gaze. If this was Neron's idea of a lame joke, she was not laughing. If anything, his continued presence on her throne only gave her more incentive to attack. Unless he had something of actual worthy content to say, the Black King would strike him down in an instant.
"Ah, it's just that I happened to hear a conversation just a moment ago between 'Moon Rider' and 'Eclipse Princess' is all. Your character put two names forward, Eris Valkeyr, and you named yourself Yoshino Tsugimi. As you probably know, I have never met you prior to the now, but I have conversed with Ms.Yoshino before, and the contents of the conversation seemed entirely off the mark with my impression of her." Finishing his explanation, he rocked himself off the throne with a heavy clank, "I simply felt something was off, do as you like with the information. I actually came to try joining into the Ebony Strykers." Neron added nonchalantly.
Moon Rider stared at Neron before moving forward and settling on her throne. The news of this fake Black King giving supposedly real life identities of players was a little unnerving but Moon rider shrugged it off. Now wasn't the time to be handling such a delicate scenario; she would leave all that up for Dark Wraith's jurisdiction.
"Well you certainly took your time. Why choose now to join among my ranks? Is it because we now dwarf the other Kingdoms in size and power?"
Neron chuckled with a slight shrug, pointing at his own name and level bar helplessly, "I took my time due to the fact that I started around a week ago. On the other hand, I think we both understand you sit upon a glass throne, this guild is anything but safe and stable. You have a big, giant target on your head, and you have some entity throwing around real life names as you in your own throne room. Your power seems bought and unstable and you balance a delicate situation while, with all your power, you are still being bullied by the Corpse Collector. Likewise, I just sat in your throne however I liked." Neron pauses, although his features are masked, Moon Rider can feel his gaze settle on her own eyes, watching her own reactions, "Size and power mean nothing to me, they don't matter as long as one lacks ambition. However, the reason I want to join is because of your ambition and my own ambitions."
Neron steps a few strides further away from the throne, "That and this is a game, when has safety ever been fun?" The voice betrays his grin as he nods in agreement to his own statement.
"You speak as if you have any control over this situation," Moon Rider lampshaded. "You speak as if I ever considered my Guild stable in the first place. The fact that there are Sweepers guarding the entrance to this very room should say so. As for the Corpse Collector, what gave you the impression of me being bullied? Obviously you're clueless to my history with that Hacker," Moon Rider said with a knowing smirk.
Her reputation as a Hacker Killer was something to be wary of; if anything, Corpse Collector's antics were just cogs in the machinations of her plans. As for Neron's quip about her throne? A simple stroke of luck that would not happen again. The Player didn't seem to realize the dangerous line he was standing over; or if he did, the Black King had to commend his apathy.
"You still haven't told me what I asked for. Either enlighten me of these ambitions of yours or get out. Either way, your request to join will be fufilled."
Neron laughed heartily in his mechanical voice, his featureless mask moving up and down slightly with each chuckle, "Maybe fall in love, maybe stand at the top of the world, maybe work as an underling for an impatient king. What better way to poise myself for doing what I want than riding the waves of change?" Neron asked, his smiling voice settling into a questioning smirk. "I'm not so foolish to believe you think that as an answer, so I suppose I must take the second option and 'get out'." Sora waved his hand carelessly, walking back the way he came, "I'm glad I could join in, your words are my command, your throne is truly quite comfortable." He said in a well natured tone, his heavy footsteps echoing through the throne room.
The Black King shook her head and sighed. Dealing with eccentrics like Neron was starting to give her a headache and she could only wonder how her representative could deal with it. Resting on her throne proper now, Moon Rider checked some reports before suddenly logging out.
"I'm searching for an NPC and after doing a lot of research I concluded that it's somewhere within the Black City. Have you ever heard of the Storyteller?" Those were the first words Sora was able to make out, from then he listened intently. Although he found that Eris was the real identity of the Eclipse Princess, but neither names were familiar to him, thus he tucked the information in the back of his mind. However, the second name that came up, Yoshino Tsugumi, was something he was slightly more associated to. He waited until the Eclipse Princess logged out and their was a bried silence.
His heavy footsteps finally proceeded forward as he appeared in the doorway, raising his hand in a wave before making a simple greeting, "Yo, Black King, looking quite good." He would have smiled if he could.
But Neron would be greeted with nothing but silence, the Black King having seemingly vanished from sight. No trace was left to indicate that she had ever been there, no doubt causing yet more confusion as a whole. Things certainly were strange.
Realizing nobody was present any longer, Neron glanced about and let out a mechanical sigh. He really couldn't seem to grab ahold of anything.
"How tedious." He muttered with dissatisfaction. Walking through the throne room, he arbitrarily and boredly sat on the throne, his heavy armor resounding as it landed against the seat.
The familiar sound of someone logging in was then heard at the moment and none other than the Black King, Moon Rider, appear. Looking up from her status screen, she blinked in surprise...before staring hard at the Player who had decided to just lounge about on her throne.
"Can I help you Neron?"
Neron's head lifted from his palm with a slight tilt of his neck, although he made no move to leave the throne, he seemed to glance about once more before looking back to Moon Rider. He believed the timing to be quite impeccable.
"Did you just log out then back in within the span of a couple minutes, while having just recently conversed with Eclipse Princess, Eris or whatever?" He inquired with a voice that sounded as if he were grinning, his head leaning back against his palm with an inquiring pose.
"Hmm? What are you talking about? I've only just logged in," Moon Rider said with a frown, eyes narrowing into a hard gaze. If this was Neron's idea of a lame joke, she was not laughing. If anything, his continued presence on her throne only gave her more incentive to attack. Unless he had something of actual worthy content to say, the Black King would strike him down in an instant.
"Ah, it's just that I happened to hear a conversation just a moment ago between 'Moon Rider' and 'Eclipse Princess' is all. Your character put two names forward, Eris Valkeyr, and you named yourself Yoshino Tsugimi. As you probably know, I have never met you prior to the now, but I have conversed with Ms.Yoshino before, and the contents of the conversation seemed entirely off the mark with my impression of her." Finishing his explanation, he rocked himself off the throne with a heavy clank, "I simply felt something was off, do as you like with the information. I actually came to try joining into the Ebony Strykers." Neron added nonchalantly.
Moon Rider stared at Neron before moving forward and settling on her throne. The news of this fake Black King giving supposedly real life identities of players was a little unnerving but Moon rider shrugged it off. Now wasn't the time to be handling such a delicate scenario; she would leave all that up for Dark Wraith's jurisdiction.
"Well you certainly took your time. Why choose now to join among my ranks? Is it because we now dwarf the other Kingdoms in size and power?"
Neron chuckled with a slight shrug, pointing at his own name and level bar helplessly, "I took my time due to the fact that I started around a week ago. On the other hand, I think we both understand you sit upon a glass throne, this guild is anything but safe and stable. You have a big, giant target on your head, and you have some entity throwing around real life names as you in your own throne room. Your power seems bought and unstable and you balance a delicate situation while, with all your power, you are still being bullied by the Corpse Collector. Likewise, I just sat in your throne however I liked." Neron pauses, although his features are masked, Moon Rider can feel his gaze settle on her own eyes, watching her own reactions, "Size and power mean nothing to me, they don't matter as long as one lacks ambition. However, the reason I want to join is because of your ambition and my own ambitions."
Neron steps a few strides further away from the throne, "That and this is a game, when has safety ever been fun?" The voice betrays his grin as he nods in agreement to his own statement.
"You speak as if you have any control over this situation," Moon Rider lampshaded. "You speak as if I ever considered my Guild stable in the first place. The fact that there are Sweepers guarding the entrance to this very room should say so. As for the Corpse Collector, what gave you the impression of me being bullied? Obviously you're clueless to my history with that Hacker," Moon Rider said with a knowing smirk.
Her reputation as a Hacker Killer was something to be wary of; if anything, Corpse Collector's antics were just cogs in the machinations of her plans. As for Neron's quip about her throne? A simple stroke of luck that would not happen again. The Player didn't seem to realize the dangerous line he was standing over; or if he did, the Black King had to commend his apathy.
"You still haven't told me what I asked for. Either enlighten me of these ambitions of yours or get out. Either way, your request to join will be fufilled."
Neron laughed heartily in his mechanical voice, his featureless mask moving up and down slightly with each chuckle, "Maybe fall in love, maybe stand at the top of the world, maybe work as an underling for an impatient king. What better way to poise myself for doing what I want than riding the waves of change?" Neron asked, his smiling voice settling into a questioning smirk. "I'm not so foolish to believe you think that as an answer, so I suppose I must take the second option and 'get out'." Sora waved his hand carelessly, walking back the way he came, "I'm glad I could join in, your words are my command, your throne is truly quite comfortable." He said in a well natured tone, his heavy footsteps echoing through the throne room.
The Black King shook her head and sighed. Dealing with eccentrics like Neron was starting to give her a headache and she could only wonder how her representative could deal with it. Resting on her throne proper now, Moon Rider checked some reports before suddenly logging out.
I believe so, I would have to bring up his character sheet since it's been quite some time, but I can definitely wait and watch since I'm quite busy anyway
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