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A newcomer had decided to approach Olliver and would be sure to question him on his reasoning behind acquiring an auction house. Given how randomly the man had come up, Olliver had begun to think that it was quite possible this man was an NPC. After remembering that NPC's didn't exactly exist at the moment though, aside from the monsters, Olliver would simply push that thought aside. Honestly, if there was anyone that had been acting practically as a NPC at the time, it would quite honestly have been himself.
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Turning about to face the white haired gentleman, Olliver would offer the man a sincere smile. Or at least it had appeared to have been sincere. Beneath that smile had been an overall glee at the fact that yet another individual had decided to push forward and encounter him. "Why am I hoping to purchase an auction hall?" After mentally commanding his menu to appear, Olliver would push it on over to the newcomer. The security features that he had set upon it earlier on had still been active and as such, it was quite difficult for one to see anything upon the menu aside from his name and his class. Of course there was a way to bypass this security measure but Sami had doubted that anyone who had this ability was around as of yet. If there was an individual capable of peaking at the status menus of another than that would be the person that could overlook the blocked info.
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"I'm looking to acquire a building in which I can dig up some currency from the others. It's practically what the world has decided was my life path, at this point. With these points, I can further the player driven economy and help this new world settle on in. Ensure that people have what they need to survive as opposed to allowing them to remain weak and idle. Opting to go in without the proper gear is essentially committing yourself to your death after all."
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At the mention of his Japanese being exceedingly good, Olliver would begin to smile. He had taken various linguistics classes whilst in high school and college. If one were to ask him then they would at least hear that he was rather decent in all of them. But to be considered good? Olliver would have felt downright flattered if it wasn't for the fact that everyone could quite honestly understand everyone else at this point. "I appreciate what you have to say about my speaking skills though. Thanks guy. What's your name?"

[attr="class","landtag2"]Ippo

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Keeping up with the same reasoning behind why he had been exploring just about every other zone at the moment, Olliver Samovar would eventually go on to find himself walking about the city of London. He had been here in hopes of tracking down any information that he could gather for the Hub. If he was capable of acquiring information that others simply hadn't had then he could go on to sell this information to the guilds that were supposed to be cropping up in the future. From his understanding, if there was anywhere for there to be information abound, London was the prime location for any sort of information that he should be gathering. Of course this is all due to that very particular little question mark that appears after the word [Safe] when people first arrived within the zone.
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Quite honestly unsure if he would be capable of really tracking down anything useful, Olliver had continued to meander about the empty streets of London. What was usually hundreds, if not thousands of people making their way about the city, is now a shell of what it used to be. Even after having meandered about on his own for about half an hour of so, Olliver had noticeably only really picked up on like.. Three people total? All in all, this place was starting to feel like a bust. 'Should I just head back? If there isn't much to get from here than I'll have to at least continue to check the other places. Sooner or later, I'll be able to come across a Dungeon or a Mission that will allow for this ability of mine to activate. Honestly, such pretenses...' Swaying his head from side to side, Olliver would continue on. At least, he had, until he would overhear a single sentence that would grab his attention. Not just because there had been someone speaking in general within this area but because of the contents of the sentence. There was a pub nearby.. and a pub meant drinks. Figuring that he could pawn that off to some poor sap at the very least, Olliver had begun to direct himself towards the voice.
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After a few moments of making his way around to the voice, Olliver would come upon a man whom he had never seen before. No real surprise there, given just how many people had existed within this land. Still.. That accent would place this man from the States, much like himself. 'Huh.. Suppose I should go and introduce myself.' After waddling on over to the pub seeking man, Olliver would begin to speak on up. "Well hey there!!~ You, my friend, are seeking a drink, correct? If I overheard correctly, it would seem as though you are headed towards a bar. Would you mind if I tagged along?" Of course Olliver had seen the signs that would point towards the pub itself... He had simply chosen to ignore the obvious signage and was hoping to have a companion for the time being. "I'm Olliver, by the way. Businessman Extraordinaire. Or.. shall I say, Space Merchant now?"

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Where was he when all of this had gone done? While Olliver could assume that the question was asked to try and make light of the things going on around them, now didn't exactly feel as though it was the best time for such questions. Not that it would matter, he supposed. After all, if things started to look bad, the option to flee was always present. Even with the threat of aerial creatures, as long as he had stayed close to the ground, it was likely that Olliver could skirt around each individual before a monster or a human could get in his way. Forty Miles an hour.. It was tough to beat. Hopefully they could achieve what they were setting out to do soon because this ability honestly wouldn't last all that much longer.
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"Why of course, Nubia. I'll be sure to remain as safe as I can from up here. And if things really get to the point that I am finding myself in danger? Well I'll just have to rely on you to protect me, yeah?" A wink would be offered to the woman before Olliver would turn his attention towards Sebastian. "Eh.. This doesn't feel like the time for such a conversation but I was flying back to New York when that light hit. Guess that has something to do with my flying?" Clearly that wasn't the case but it was likely that there had been some inkling of reason behind it. Once Nubia would speak on what was happening to her before coming out here.. Well Olliver had begun to feel a twang of guilt somehow. While he had been cruising through the skies, this woman had been experiencing hell. The least he could do was to try and help her survive this whole thing.
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After about ten minutes of the group making their way towards the objective, at a much slower pace than Olliver had much cared for, the trio would eventually come upon a couple of other players. Or so he had believed them to be. From what he could both hear and see, they had been attempting to escape from something. Or someone. Anything that is capable of massacring a group of people would usually end up being some kind of fearsome creature or an overpowered player that has lost their mind. And then he would hear it.. The sound of metal clanging on metal. Was this actually some crazed player? Only a moment would pass before Olliver would come to note the truth.
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A bronze metallic bird that fired off its wings as weaponry.. This was something that Olliver had known all too well from his time in school. A creature from the sixth task of the Labors of Heracles. The Stymphalian Bird. A man devouring bronze bird with sharp and metallic feathers that it could throw at its prey. And, for some reason or another, a bird that held the most poisonous of dung. "S-Stymphalian Bird.." The fact that no one here was likely carrying arrows dipped in the blood of the Hydra had meant that things were going to need to be handled in a separate manner. 'I.. suppose that I am going to have to act as Hephaestus' rattle.' 
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No part of the man had thought that this was a good idea.. but he had made a deal with these two to ensure that they would remain safe until the end. Or at least this much was made with Nubia. If all three of them could make it to the end before another issue would occur than all would be well. That having been the case, Olliver would pull open his menu and send a quick message to both Sebastian and Nubia. This thing is a Stymphalian Bird. Don't get close if you can help it. Long ranged attacks are your best bet. And if you have any poison on hand then be sure to use it now. Once the message was sent, Olliver would begin to shout loudly whilst bursting forward at his full forty miles an hour, twirling around the bird whilst making all kinds of loud noises. This was, unfortunately, his best attempt to scare off the bird in the same manner that Hephaestus' rattle had previously done. 'Gods, I hope that these two at least warn me before they attempt to throw an attack at the damn thing.'

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Hoping to not only gather information on the various hunting grounds that had appeared within the world, but to also locate any semblance a marketplace in which he could purchase a stall, Olliver had come to find himself meandering about the Hub. From his understanding, this was the best place for just about any such information pertaining to the new game-like setting in which they had now resided. In fact, he had already managed to gather a bit of information that would come to help him in the future. Locations in which there had supposedly been rather high ranked crafting materials if one was capable of overtaking the monstrous beasts from which they had spawned; details about how well protected Unison Central had been by Earth-Chan's forces; and even a couple of entertainment hubs that the man could hit up once he had managed to settle down into his business lifestyle.
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For Olliver, today was much like any other day since the world had changed. He had been gathering information and attempting to track down anything that he could possibly acquire for the sake of satiating that natural high that he gets from the act of trading. Not everything that he had hoped for had managed to find him on this day but that was alright. Fate would have other things in store for the man until that point. "Hm.. I suppose that I am going to have to think about purchasing a trading hall at some point. Or see if one of these buildings comes with an auctioning hall that I can make use of in the future. While I may not have a ton of things as of right now, once I manage to acquire that luck potion from the shop, I'll be fully capable of investing into getting this shop up and running. Maybe then I can get into the information gathering service? Ahahaha~"

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'Well.. I suppose that it's a good thing that the apartment seems to be in order at least. The only issue that I am now going to have is how exactly I plan on breaking through this glass. I mean, hell, tempered glass is rather difficult to break your way through. That's the reason that they install it in just about every housing situation.' Taking a moment to scratch at the back of his head, Olliver would begin to wish that he had a gun on hand. While there was one that was stashed away within a safe in his apartment, getting to that would revolve around him getting inside of the apartment. Thus he would find himself back where he had begun. Of course, even if he had a gun on his person at the moment, it wasn't as though he could actually fire it. Not with the restrictions that Earth-Chan had set upon the world. 'Fuck.. How am I supposed to do this? If I take too long than Fliss might-' 
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Almost as though he had jinxed himself by thinking of her, a holographic window would begin to appear before his very eyes. From the looks of it, this had been a message that was sent by Fliss. 'Oh? Does she miss me already?' Before even having taken a moment to read over the contents of the message, Olliver would find himself laughing at something that was rather ridiculous. The very notion of her having missed him was one that was so far misplaced that it couldn't even be funny. Especially not while considering what the actual contents had been. 
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Upon seeing the message that had been sent his way, the mans laughter would cease. Not only that but his eyes would crease as he had begun to wonder exactly what it was that was going on down below. 'Fucking Fuck.. I guess that I am going to have to go and check on her, huh?' Having completed his inner dialogue, Olliver would shoot back down the never ending building and would soar through the air until he had managed to spot Fliss. Given that the first thing that he had seen here was someone dragging Fliss along the ground with a garrote, the man had decided to throw himself into action. Admittedly, there weren't any sort of offensive skills that he could make use of here to try and put a stop to the individual's actions. What Olliver did have at his disposal though was the skill that he was already in the midst of using. That having been the case, Olliver would work to increase his speed to the max of the forty miles an hour before soaring directly into the individual that had been attempting to take the life of his newfound ban-.. companion. Such an action would absolutely wrack Olliver's body in pain!! As for the individual that had been attempting to take Fliss' life though? Well it wouldn't be too surprising to say the same for them. 

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Traversing through the skies of New York, at a rate of forty miles an hour, had been an entirely new experience. At least in the manner in which he had been doing so. It wasn't every day that one had the capability to soar through the air above Town Square, after all! As he had done this, Olliver would be sure to keep an eye out on the surroundings overall. Whilst a moment before, he had been focusing on the possibility of a thread, that had no longer been the case. Bearing witness to how easily Fliss was able to navigate her way around the enemies, Olliver had felt as though he could remove any form of worry and begin to enjoy the surroundings in their entirety.
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Of course it wasn't too long before a party invite had been sent his way. Seeing that it was from Fliss, Olliver would proceed to accept it. He would than send off a quick reply to the message that she had sent him. No worries. It should really only take a minute once we get there. Or ten at most, given that I'll have to take the elevator on the way up and back down. Or do I?
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A few minutes would likely pass in the time that it would take for the pair to zip through the streets of New York. Olliver had been looking for the office building that he had last stayed in, given that he had a luxury suite on the top floor of said building, and was unfortunately having a bit of a difficult time tracking said building down. This was partially due to how high some of these skyscraper like buildings had now been but the main reason behind it was simply due to the fact that he usually had a driver that had brought him everywhere. Without a chauffer to offer directions, he was rather unsure if he could fully remember where the place was.
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Eventually the pair would find themselves outside of one of these extended buildings though. One that was so high that it seemed as though the top had seemingly not existed. Seeing how the entirety of this building had shifted, the heavier set man would simply sigh. "Of course this happens to the pad that I should be resting in." Shaking his head from side to side, the man would simply stare down at Fliss below. I am going to try and fly on up to my pad first and foremost. See if anything has changed. Message me if you need anything. He would then take off, shooting up dozens of floors before ultimately settling on the eighty fifth. All that was left for him to do now was to try and see if he could get the floor-to-ceiling window open from the outside.

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