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Post by Miyah on Aug 25, 2022 2:10:59 GMT
Gray clouds hung over the rolling hills; the mountain peaks of the Scottish Highlands were covered in the shadows of the particularly overcast day. The faint clang of metal sounded out, followed by a shrill cry.
“You were right, Alex, they really don’t know what they’re doing.” The voice of a male in his early twenties sounded out, as a group of three men appeared over one of the many hills. “It’s just simple logic Danny, low level area, low level players.” Alex swept his blonde hair back, holding the crimson stained sword by his side. “If they’re clueless enough to fall into our trap, they’d be dead in days out there. We’re doing them a favour really.” He responded, a slight smirk appearing on his face. “That’s the gank king right there!” The man on his left sounded, his build slightly shorter than the other two. All three of them laughed. Alex stepped forward, a screen appearing in front of his face. He flicked around for a second, before the light evaporated into the dreary Scottish air. “We’re professionals boys, I wasn’t guild lead for nothing.” He chuckles, spinning around to face the two. “One more, then well call it for the night.” He smiled, wiping the bloodied sword against his leg.
Miyah felt the flashes of light fade from around her, her body finally materialising onto the grassy hilltop. She let out a sigh, breathing in the fresh countryside air. “God, I hate the air in London, makes me gag.” She muttered to herself, flicking her forearm up to her face. The screen flashed onto her arm. “Let’s see…. ‘Lost neckless’…. Here it is.” She said, flicking through to the quest she had picked up just before departing from the capital. The fresh air was her main goal, but it couldn’t hurt to have a goal to her aimless wanderings. Maybe make some money, or XP, or whatever it was that people were paying with. She really had to get a grasp on this new system.
Glancing around the area, she let out a small, impressed whistle. It really was beautiful, even on a gloomy day like this. She spun around, eyes darting between the various peaks that dotted the skyline. The tangling web of forests littered the bases of the mountains, small locks breaking the rolling hills. She was excited for some peace and quiet, some alone time to process the last few days.
“Oh for fucks sake…” She groaned, seeing the all too familiar white light begins to flash beside her. She prayed it was someone normal, not another nutcase, please. Her arms folded, she stepped aside, waiting to see who the mystery person was.
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
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Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 26, 2022 5:50:09 GMT
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To think that it had only been a few days since the change, yet still, so much had already happened. Vincent couldn't fathom just how he was able to survive, with each passing day, he had faced the brink of death for more than once; so much so that it almost felt like the norm for him. It wasn't just monsters that he had to keep in mind, even other players actively hunting others for sport and gain. He clicked his tongue, annoyed at the thought of it.
[break][break]For the day and those that may follow, Vincent had one goal in mind; and that's to gain some points. With this dog eat dog world, Vincent knew he had to grow in strength, and fast. He had been hunting monsters for some time now, racking up points faster than anyone could've ever witnessed. At his current rate, he might just be one of the fastest growing players across the globe.
[break][break]However, monsters weren't the only ones he was hunting down. Recently, a group of player killers had been established, attracting morally skewed individuals from around the globe to their foul cause. It was alarming for other players who simply wanted to survive, and Vincent was having none of that. Brandishing his spear, the Seraph was ready for his hunt; be it man or beast, he had no intention to back down from a fight.
[break][break]Using a waypoint, the white haired Seraph relocated himself across the world towards UK's countryside. He knew the place well, having been one of the first few places he had visited after finishing his tutorial. It hosted one of the most scenic landscapes ever since the world had changed, a stark contrast between the hellish nightmares one might find on other locations. It was a rather safe place as well, it's risk not as high as anywhere else, with basic monsters to hunt such as slimes and the occasional wolves.
[break][break]As he reformed from a string of pixels and binary, a certain brunette caught him off-guard. It was a familiar face, that he knew, though it wasn't anyone he had known before the whole upheaval of reality. She was someone he had only recently been acquainted with, he thought, and that's when he recalled.
[break][break]"You're..." He paused. "Box girl?" In all seriousness he uttered, recalling the time they had been confined within a small glass box together along with a few others.
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Post by Miyah on Aug 26, 2022 6:36:13 GMT
Miyah raised her eyebrow, watching the white-haired man appear in front of her. Small world. It could have been worse. Out of all the people that had been trapped in that infuriating box, Vincent was one of the more tolerable ones. Hearing the mans comment about the box, she performed a small curtsy. “Box girl, although I prefer Miyah.” She said, grinning. As the days went by, she felt herself becoming less openly hostile. Making enemies, especially ones stronger than her wasn’t a smart choice. “Vincent, right?” She asked, leaning on her hip as she faced the man. For the second time, the girl looked him up and down. He looked important. People that had or were born into money tended to have a certain air to them. “What a coincidence.” She cooed, smirking as she glanced down at her forearm. The small white panel wrapped around it, as Miyah flicked the screen with her other hand. “Here for a specific reason? Or just a stroll in the countryside?” She asked, flicking the screen closed again. “I have a quest, I think.” She stated.
Miyah couldn’t help but feel slight lost. She was used to fighting, although she was more comfortable behind the barrel of a gun. But this new world, all this talk of XP and quests, it just seemed to overwhelm her. It was clear that the girl was surviving of off her instincts and skillset, not the powers earth-chan had given to her. In fact, she was significantly behind the curve, something she wasn’t even aware of herself.
“Honestly, I still have no idea what is going on.” She laughed, turning to face away from Vincent, stretching her arms and letting out a yawn. Just as she was about to turn back to the man. A Figure burst out from the treeline a few feet away from the pair. It was a man, about the same height as Vincent. His short blonde hair stuck up, a wild look on his face. “Thank GOD, please, you have to help me!” He panted, doubling over to catch his breath. “Have you seen a girl, about this high,” The blonde man holds his hand up to around his shoulders. “She has red hair, called Emily.” He catches his breath, standing upright. The man has a sword strapped to his back, a red jacket that hung around his shoulders, covering a blank tank top.
“Slow down, slow down.” Miyah says, subtly moving her hand behind her back, her fingers brushing against the hilt of her dagger. “PKers, they chased us down into the valley. Fuck. Please tell me they haven’t got to her.” He said, holding his head into his hands. The man looked clearly distressed.
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 26, 2022 6:59:04 GMT
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He shrugged. Close enough, he thought. "Yep, that's me. And I'm glad to see you again. You could rarely trust strangers nowadays. It's nice to see a familiar face you could rely on every now and then." He greeted, hoping she shared the same sentiment as he did, though he wouldn't blame her if she didn't; as he had said, trust wasn't something you could easily hand out anymore.
[break][break]He leaned against his spear, supporting his weight. The white haired Seraph nodded. "I guess you could call it that." He answered. "I'm off to hunt small monsters to farm points while taking in the scenery. If you haven't yet, I suggest you do so. Power is everything in this world nowadays, and in more ways than one." And truly so. With the usual hierarchy of the world demolished by the sudden shift of reality, it is only a matter of time before a new form of hierarchy was established; one that would more or less be based off of the actual power possessed by an individual, objectively quantified by their stats and abilities.
[break][break]Just before he could offer his aid for her task, a blonde man had approached them from out of nowhere, asking for assistance. He didn't utter a word as he watched the brunette interact with the stranger before them, not wanting to say anything unnecessary for the moment. Cautious as ever, Vincent stood tall and held his spear with a much tighter grip. This story, it was all too familiar, he thought.
[break][break]"Which way did you say it was?" Vincent said, his tone deadpan. "Should we help this man?" He asked as he turned his attention towards Miyah, expecting her to answer with affirmation based on his current judgement of her.
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Post by Miyah on Aug 26, 2022 7:33:24 GMT
As Vincent turned to face her, Miyah stood still, her body unusually tense. She had her eyes glued to the blonde-haired man. If looks could kill, the man would be buried a thousand feet under the ground. Se could feel the cold metal pressed against her neck. A feeling all too familiar. As the sun peaked through the clouds, a glint shined from seemingly nowhere. “Guess it wont work all the time.” The blonde man said, the expression on his face wiped, a smirk replacing it as he pushed his hair back. “Luckily, we have backup plans.” He said, reaching behind his back, pulling the sword out, clutching it lazily in his left hand.
Miyah watched as the invisible man holding a knife to her throat rematerialized. He had his other hand harshly clasped around her wrist. The blonde-haired man steps forward, his attention focused on Vincent. “A little birdy tells me you’re a big shot, such a high level already. Not like this other waste of space.” He said, smirking over at Miyah. The man raised his sword, pointing it at Vincent. “But it doesn’t matter how high your level is, if there are more of us.” He finishes, letting out a laugh. “We could use someone like you. You’re not dumb, you see how the world works now. Make sure you’re on the winning side, power is everything now. Why associate with the weak?” He comments, lowering his sword, waiting for Vincents answer.
Miyahs eyes glanced over, past the man in his red jacket. She spotted a third, shorter man standing off to the side. But the one holding the blade to her throat was the main issue at hand. The mans grip was strong, but not unsurmountable. Her mind flashed back to a bar, a younger version of herself held in the exact same situation. She’d gotten out of this situation before, she could do it again. From the looks of it, The man in red was the leader. There were two others, at minimum. The one holding her had some sort of invisibility, but going off of the other powers she had been witness too, he would be able to use it again for the moment being. Glancing over at Vincent, she assumed he would come to the same conclusion.
In an instant, Miyah threw her shoulder forward, catching the mans arm, pulling it with her. She pulled her head back and down, the metal running parallel to her chin. It was enough to slightly graze her skin, but nothing even close to fatal. She spun around, the mans hand still grasped onto her wrist. He hadn’t had any CQC experience, allowing the smaller girl to pull him down onto the floor. Her attention was completely filled by the man she was now grappling with. Hopefully Vincent would be able to deal with the other two.
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 31, 2022 1:52:17 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] For shame, he thought. He was hoping he could toy with them for a bit longer. At the very least, she had her wits intact. "Are you kidding me." He yawned. "Her alone could probably take care of you all." Blind faith, yet it wasn't unfounded. Numbers alone wouldn't be enough to call an advantage, he should know, he had to deal with hoards upon hoards of monsters already, each one far stronger than all of them combined. However, it did bug him; just where did they get that information from? [break][break]Miyah was more than eager to throw hands, it seemed. With her taking care of the man who held her at knifepoint, Vincent turned his attention towards the other two grunts. He spun his spear and struck the talkative one against his temple using the blunt shaft of his spear, strong enough to cause the good for nothing bandit to stumble and fall on his behind. The other of the two grunts came rushing forward. The white haired seraph simply spun his spear behind him another time, letting its momentum take care of the grunt as it struck him by the neck, falling down just the same as the first. [break][break] "Mice were more challenging than you lot." He uttered, his composure infallible. “We're far from over!” Said the first grunt, still serving as the spokesman for their group it seemed. The ruffian leapt from the ground, his fists ablaze. “Burning fists of hell!”[break][break] - PASSIVE ACTIVE: REELING - [break][break]Officially entering combat, Vincent's passive kicked in. The grunt's eyes widened, his hesitation clouding his judgement. Perhaps it was a bad idea, the ruffian thought. But it was far too late for second thoughts. Vincent grabbed the talkative grunt by his collar and threw him against the ground. With one foot pressed down against the side of his head, to intimidate, Vincent stabbed his spear against the ground mere inches beside the man's face, barely missing his nose. The grunt yelped, helplessly so. [break][break] "How many more are there?" He asked, calmly, as he kept watchful eyes towards the other grunt who tried to mess with him. [attr="class","landtag2"] Miyah [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://i.ibb.co/4fRBbnH/POPUPS-CUT-1.png) !important; background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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Sept 15, 2022 2:31:42 GMT
Post by Miyah on Sept 15, 2022 2:31:42 GMT
Heat began to emanate from the man below Vincent’s foot, within seconds, his whole body was ablaze. A loud crack, and a flash of hot red light, and the was back on his feet, standing around six feet away from the seraph. His hands were still red, crackling with flame as he raised them into a defensive stance. “Fancy tricks pretty boy.” He spat, keeping his distance, his eyes glancing down to the spear Vincent had gripped in his hand. His breathing was slightly laboured, whatever he had just done, it had taken quite allot of effort to do so. Miyah struggled against the man, her hand wrapping around the wrist of the hand he had the knife in. Her fingers danced across, feeling out the mans skin until they found their mark. With all the strength she could put into her fingers, she jammed them into the nerve. The grunt let out a sharp cry, the knife dropping down onto the dewy grass as his grip dissipated. “Give up.” She said, her voice low as she now held both the mans hands in a solid grip. “You think we’re dumb enough to just charge at you.” He answers, a nervous smirk on his face. Miyahs eyes went wide, as she realised what his words meant a second too late. The dart pierced into her neck, secreting a small amount of fluid into her. She glanced back down at the man with a look angry enough to shatter a mountain. With one fluid motion, she let go of his hand, and pulled the dagger from her back. The golden-accented blade flew through the air, Causing the man to let out a sharp and ear piercing scream as the blade was thrust into his shoulder as deep as Miyah could press it. The girl stumbled up, standing for a brief second before her knees gave, causing her to collapse back onto the floor. - You are now [PARALYZED] - The grunt Miyah had been on top of mere seconds before reeled over, reaching to pull the blade from his shoulder. He looked on in horror as he saw the wound flaking, the skin and flesh bellow crumbling into a misty sand, mixing with blood gushing out into a deep red paste. “Holy shit, FUCK!” He shouted. The blonde man with his blazing fists glanced over at the two fighting behind Vincent. “Of course there’s more of us, dumbass.” He Smirked, an air of arrogance back in his voice. “Still feel your chances?” He jested, a look of hesitation still present in his vice, however small.
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