Tybalt Capulet

Somewhere Over The Mountains

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✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Aster

Health: 1,500/1,500
Mana: 300/300
Renn: 827 (-5 for sandwich=822)

The arrival of the redhead was something of a surprise to Aster. A welcome one, sure, but a surprise all the same. She pondered quietly as the girl integrated herself into the group. Another girl was a benefit, for one thing. Whatever her skill was, she didn't have a sword on her, so she wouldn't overlap in her roles... Hmm. She was friendly enough, too. Chari... that was an odd name.

Aster realized as she sat that the conversation was flowing quickly around her, like a tide of ever-moving information that she was missing out on. She almost laughed audibly at the girl's forthright manner and immediate comebacks to Dubstepp. If she could keep up with that guy, she could keep up with anyone. Dub was probably the quickest-witted of the lot of them, and Chari was giving him a run for his money. Aster felt her stomach grumble, and, as a waiter stepped close while going past them, ordered a small sandwich, something she could eat neatly and quickly. Conversation was getting tiresome, and she was hoping that Alisea would still be up when she got back so that they could chat more calmly.

"I'll be on my way." She interrupted the conversation bluntly as she finished the small meal. "I'll see the rest of you tomorrow, I hope. And... you, I suppose." She directed the last comment to Chari, without any intentional malice, but with perhaps a bit too much offhand distaste. She chided herself as she slipped away. That was well done, Aster. C'mon, girl. No one here knows you from back home. You don't have to act like a stuck-up bitch any more. Some of these people even seem to like you, and now you're sabotaging it. Hopefully Alisea doesn't hear about it. Oh, god, Reylan probably think's I'm awful...

In the room

She reached the room that she shared with Alisea, her mind awash with increasingly-critical thoughts. Upon stepping into the darkened room, she strode adroitly through it, having memorized the layout the first day, thus making lights pointless. "Alisea?" she whispered. Nothing. She shook her head, smiling faintly to herself. The poor girl was apparently exhausted. As Aster opened her menu to disrobe, she saw from its faint glow that her friend was fast asleep. And...

Aster blushed so brightly that she was sure her cheeks were providing light themselves. Alisea had apparently unequipped her clothing before bed. That was... something. Aster paced uncomfortably for a couple moments, wishing that the game came with cheat codes. Finally, she did the same, figuring that embarrassment would keep her rooted in place and stop her from rolling around again, and that underwear must by their very nature be more comfortable than normal clothes. She slid carefully into the spacious bed, tucking the covers around her to keep herself still. The light of the menu shone faintly even now, and she closed it, like turning off a lamp, and somehow managed to drift fitfully to sleep. The dungeon was coming soon, the guild was growing... her dreams were vivid.

Alphabet Game

Quinn Kelly

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

771

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

767

Book Game

"Huh," she said, "You're a surprising as a donkey who can dance, Mister Cravat."

-Shadows of Self (Brandon Sanderson)

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

763

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

758

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

756

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Aster

Health: 1,500/1,500
Mana: 300/300
Renn: 825

"Oh, well... thank you, Reylan." She noted the icon appearing at the edge of her vision, indicating the appearance of the gift. Custom artwork? Hmm. She reached out hesitantly and tapped the icon, summoning it into the inn with a faint flash. Into her hands fell an impressive, almost imposing piece of artwork. Rendered in wat looked like oils, standing proudly with blade held loosely, was a... very flattering depiction. Of Aster.

The swordswoman felt her cheeks growing a blazing red, matching the ribbon in her hair. She wasn't sure how to respond. She looked awesome in the picture, to be honest. Like a sword-slinging badass, with a katana and a lion-motif dress far beyond her current equipment. Honestly, it was what she aspired to. Her expression, too, was collected, serene, and downright intimidating. Was this how people saw her? She felt pride rising in her chest. She could deal with that.

"Th-thank you, Reylan! This is unbelievable! You're quite the artist! Seriously, I've never seen anything like this. It's like a mirror, but so much more awesome!" Her eyes shone with gratitude. "This must have taken you hours, though..." She suddenly realized that she was speaking over the whole group. She took her seat once more, hiding the painting in her inventory and taking a seat, hands folded in her lap and face pointed directly downward. She roughly grabbed the guild charter, signing it with a flourish that underlined her name and ended with a scrawled aster flower.

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