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Post by babsy on Aug 1, 2024 20:46:01 GMT
𖣓 Barbara sighs as she pulls some now white and flavorless chewing gum from her mouth, tossing it to the ground and then planting her boot on it to crush the wad into the dirt underfoot. Quitting cigarettes had been difficult, but after she'd seen how a different kind of addiction had completely ruined her father, she no longer had any desire to continue her use of nicotine. Granted, now she felt a desire to put chewing gum in her mouth nearly as often as when she'd been smoking, and she'd ruminated on more than one occasion on the idea that perhaps she had traded in a harmful addiction for one that was just more palatable. But these were questions of philosophy, and a philosopher Barbara was not.
Indeed, at the moment, she was currently a guardswoman for a particular caravan of tradesmen headed through the countryside to one of the smaller settlements out in the boonies. Barbara had her arquebus, Runemark, draped over her right shoulder, with her same hand gripping the buttstock near the hunter's grip, just behind the trigger. Granted, the firearm wouldn't fire with none of its special silver ball, and certainly none of the black powder tamped down into the barrel, so at this exact moment, Runemark was harmless. Her fit figure is hidden under a set of coveralls, similar to the clothing she'd worn when she'd been trying to raid the compound of the cartel leader ultimately responsible for the loss of her father. Granted, Earth-chan had seen fit to rid her clothing of all the viscera that had accumulated on her during that raid. She even had the eye protection, with its yellow lenses now being used like sunglasses, as well as protection over her glyphsight eyes and the bridge of her nose. Her purple hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, keeping her locks from getting in her way.
Technically, this job had nothing to do with her guild duties, but she wanted some extra work, and as the guild wasn't currently looking to make use of her for a particular job at the moment, she'd thought that escorting a caravan should be a fairly easy and simple job; while the beasts here were somewhat dangerous, they were no Mujahidin. Almost automatically, the thought of those guerrilla fighters that had ambushed her and her own convoy caused her to reach her free hand down to her left leg, but Earth-chan had done something else that not even the medics, doctors, and surgeons she'd seen could; her leg wasn't even sore, and the scars on her leg were gone now. She didn't even have that slight limp anymore.
Regardless, she refocuses on the job at hand, as she was expecting another woman to join her on this mission, someone by the name of Faith. She thought it was a pretty strange name, but then the name of "Barbara" probably sounded like some old lady to most people these days. Said Barbara pulls another stick of gum from a pocket, pulling the flattened ribbon from its foil sheathe and stuffing the pink piece of rubbery stuff into her mouth to begin silently chewing, wondering if she'd know who it was when she saw her. coded by pinn @ thq {Spoiler}Mission Name: Supply Escort
Repeatable? Yes
Mission Rank: E
Mission Location: Anywhere
Description: Numerous small communities have been created since the obelisks erection. But in order to sustain them supplies and basic necessities are required, and not everything can be found from the loot of dead monsters. Spontaneous "trade routes" have been established through the less dangerous parts, ensuring the relative safety of merchants and hunters. But these routes are never 100% safe, and many convoys have been destroyed and raided. Merchants have taken to hiring extra protection for those instances where weak mobs strike. In some rare cases these low levelled mobs are accompanied by a stronger beast who co-ordinates their attacks. This is where ranks vary.
Success is determined when the convoy arrives, and merchants are aware that stock loss is inevitable.
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Post by Faith Ainsworth on Aug 16, 2024 5:09:34 GMT
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MY BELLY BURNS WITH HUNGER
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Kicking her legs up and down on the couch, she stared at the screen in front of her. Scrolling idly through the various missions that were up for approval. She had certainly done some that were interesting, and was looking for the next one that would pique her interest. A lot were missions that, she could already tell, would be something far too dangerous for her. What with how there were people that had come out of the tutorial who knows how long before her, that wasn't overly surprising. It meant a lot of the easier ones that they had needed to figure out right after the collapse of the old world had already been done. Hell, settlements had already been readily set up. Though, if they weren't in the safe areas, then it meant that they probably needed some sort of protection from the monsters. And that they probably got the vast majority of their resources from those hunts. However, that isn't to say that everything was viable to get from monsters. And that's where traders and merchants came in. [break][break] And it was as her eyes would flick over this particular mission that she'd find some interest. Finding that it was a mission that was doing exactly that, bringing much needed supplies to a border settlement. Promising that while the route was normally safe, monster attacks weren't uncommon, and that in the base case there would be no problems. In the worst, maybe some low level monsters might show up. And well, for the bored Faith, a mission like this was exactly what she was looking to do as she'd look to Gooey and say "Looks like we got a job, come on." Her pet spider giving a happy little click of its front fangs and would quickly start skittering after her as she'd click accept on the mission. Seeing that someone named Barbara had already accepted it.... [break][break] As she'd first great the caravan master in the nearby building, with her arrival it would mark the expeditions onset soon enough as he had just a few final moments to take care of before the party would be off. With her and the other working as protection for the rest as she'd step out of the nearby building, scouring the landscape for whomever this Barbara was, before her eyes would settle on the purple haired, gum chewing companion that she had met previously as she'd hold a hand up to signal a greeting to the other girl. "You seem a familiar sight." She'd say slightly cheekishly to the other woman as she'd give her a smile, noticing the same gun over her shoulder that she had brought the other day. Faith of course, was dressed rather similarly, including having the same defensive items equipped, just on the off chance that there was some sort of a fight, having a defense strong enough to tank the hits from these monsters was going to be required. Otherwise, she was wearing her regular black outfit under the mask and apron. Her Reindeer boots on and her magipods in her pocket as she would need those later to help keep an eye out for invading monsters as she'd look over at the other girl. "Surprised you came out here for this, how have you been holding up?" She'd ask to the somewhat familiar girl, trying to make some small talk and get to know her better.
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Aug 16, 2024 14:32:16 GMT
Post by babsy on Aug 16, 2024 14:32:16 GMT
𖣓The older woman is actually surprised to see that this woman named Faith ended up being the same one that she'd met, or at least fought alongside, the Ender Island situation. She turns her head and, in a rather unladylike fashion, spits out her gum, half with surprise and half with the desire to speak more clearly. She'd thought she'd be going on this mission with a total stranger, but it turns out that this was someone she'd had the pleasure of fighting next to before. Now that her mouth is clear, she can speak much more professionally, and she gives the other woman a bit of a similarly cheeky smile.
"Fancy seeing you here, too. As for coming out here, well... a job's a job, and pay is pay. I've been pretty good, just recently joined a guild. I'm gonna be part of the security details for their jobs, too, but for now, I figure getting experience with the missions and quests system would be useful."
Calling them "quests" still felt odd to her, like a video game. She'd played some of them, but had never really engrossed herself into the world of gaming, so she was a bit behind on the concepts of this new digitized world around her. But when one is in Rome, one does as the Romans do. At least with the two of them working together once again, they would likely have enough knowledge about each others' abilities and style of combat that they wouldn't get in each other's way. That would be very helpful for this mission. But now it was her turn to make some small talk.
"How about you? Anything new with you since our little 'playdate' with Jeff?"
She watches with firm eyes as the caravan begins to move, and she follows after it, waving her free hand at shoulder height so Faith could understand that Barbara wants to talk while they walk, and isn't dismissing the conversation. Barbara knows from experience that guard duty, while it does require one's focus and attention, can also get very, very boring if you and your fellow watchman don't have anything to talk about. She didn't think an E-rank mission would be particularly dangerous in any case, and two soldiers taking on the mission might actually be overkill, but they'd get experience for doing the job, and pay besides. Her glyphsight eyes scan across the horizon and focus in on most of the shadowy areas; she knows from her own class summary that her eyes are particularly good for catching things that are sneaking around, but she hadn't had a chance to try it out until now. coded by pinn @ thq |
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Post by Faith Ainsworth on Aug 22, 2024 3:08:15 GMT
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MY BELLY BURNS WITH HUNGER
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It seemed like it didn't take long for the other woman to recognize her. Which well, given the life or death sort of situation that the emergency quest put them through back at ember island, you tend to be able to hold those memories for a bit. And at least from Faith's point of view, she was much happier to have someone that she knew was capable at her side than someone that she had no clue who they were. After all she figured, at least she knew this girl could wield that gun with business and not second guess her decisions. Something faith was realizing was far more important in this world than she ever could have realized. [break][break] "Oh? What guild didya join?" She'd ask, being a bit interested in what group could have secured her services. Though she wasn't overly surprised that she did join one, what with how she had shown the skills Faith had just been thinking her praises over as she'd add. "And why did you pick them outta all the guilds you could have?" [break][break] As she'd address that she needed the experience though faith would nod along. "Tell me about it. I've only just started putting some points into levels and it certainly seems to be helping. This system is... well kinda fucked if you think about it from what was going on before." She'd say, thinking of how different the old world could have been if this had always been a thing. Maybe even how different she could have been.... thoughts for some philosopher later down the line. If she weren't able to accomplish her goals that is. Otherwise thoughts for her to contemplate before it all ends. [break][break] However, as the question would be tossed back to her Faith would let out a small sigh. At least before she noticed that the caravan was starting to move. Instead taking a moment to run up next to the other girl first before answering her question as the two would continue walking next to the caravan. She hadn't done one of these before but no one had complained that the two were talking yet so she figured it was fine to answer now. "Honestly not much. To be honest, I'm still just trying to figure everything out. I spent a lot of my early points getting items since that seemed like a good way to secure some early advantages, but now I'm feeling like I'm falling behind in the actual skills department. What with how fast and how high of level some people are. She'd say honestly to the other girl. [break][break] "So have you done something like this before? You seem pretty relaxed." She'd note of the other girl's behavior. At least besides how her eyes were scanning the horizon for what she could only presume were any possible threats.
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Aug 22, 2024 14:51:16 GMT
Post by babsy on Aug 22, 2024 14:51:16 GMT
𖣓Barbara sees no reason to hide which guild she'd joined, so she answers truthfully when Faith asks her what guild she'd joined. After all, the two of them had also fought alongside one another against a common foe, so it wasn't like Faith couldn't be trusted with knowing about this guild. The follow-up question makes her think that perhaps Faith might be looking to join some other guilds as well, but she thinks Faith might even be a good fit for SIGMA.
"I joined the Spectral Investigations Guild of Mysteriously Anomalous. They call it SIGMA, for short. Ya get used to acronyms where I'm from. I chose to join them because they were hirin', and it seems like a smart idea to go with a group instead of stickin' your head up all alone... Plus, they seem like the guild that's most likely to figure out what the hell's goin' on."
She stays silent on the statement about leveling up, as that wasn't quite the "experience" she was talking about, moreso looking to see what qualified as a threat and how to fight them in this strange new world. In fact, Barbara hadn't yet leveled up at all, and hadn't much clue about what that meant or how to do it. In her very short experience with games, the "store" or "shop" option was often relegated to whales, people who spent huge amounts of cash on a "free" game in order to get ahead, so she'd skipped out on that option in her menus entirely. So she blinks behind her yellow-lensed eye protection when Faith brings up how quickly and how high other people seemed to be leveling up. She didn't really have much to add to that, as it wasn't something she'd paid attention to. She might have to look through her menus to see how leveling up worked, perhaps after this mission.
"Well, not much is kind of a good thing. 'N you seemed to be doin' just fine in that fight on Ender Island."
Barbara can't help but to smirk a little when Faith asks her if she'd done something like this before, although it wasn't entirely mirthful. Maybe just a little bit sad, too, as she remembers the ambush she'd been hit by back in the middle east, in some country she couldn't remember the name of. It could have been one of the -stan countries or it could have been Kuwait. That just hadn't mattered to her as much as what had caused her to walk with a limp for the last decade when she was on earth.
"Yeah, I guess you could say I've done this before. Back on the real earth, anyways. Hey, get a move on, quit slackin'!"
The last sentence, she's directed at some teen that looked as though he was slacking off a bit, and starting to meander a little from the caravan, but with her free hand being used to point at him and the firm tone Barbara takes, he's quick to return to the side of the caravan, and the purple-haired woman scoffs a bit. coded by pinn @ thq |
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