Jul 31, 2017 3:58:09 GMT -5
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Jul 27, 2017 10:32:07 GMT -5
Post by Ten on Jul 27, 2017 10:32:07 GMT -5
if ten wasn't trapped in the game with no other way to get out, he would think that the underworld was trying too hard; a land packed to the brim with the stuff of nightmares was the kind of dreary landscape that made him roll his eyes in every other game he played. look at this, they would scream, without an ounce of subtlety, i'm so kuh-reepy.
he was, unfortunately, trapped in the game. the underworld was still trying too hard, but it was harder to roll his eyes and scoff when his life was at risk. still, the quest hadn't looked too difficult. it was a -- hopefully -- simple escort mission; get the npcs there in one piece. no fuss, no frills.
he knew better than to go on quests alone, however; his unreliable skillset made him easy pickings for mobs when lady luck decided that his day needed a little more spice. there was the question of who would agree to be in a party with him, though. someone desperate enough, maybe. or, a daredevil. or, maybe nobody.
maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all; maybe he should look for something he could do alone. like catsitting.
ten tangled the prayer beads around his fingers, tugging; a nervous tic he would have stopped if he noticed -- but he was completely lost in his thoughts. made by wizz
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Jul 27, 2017 21:46:32 GMT -5
Post by parvati on Jul 27, 2017 21:46:32 GMT -5
Wet.
That was Parvati's first thoughts upon setting her foot on the supposedly dreaded Underworld, a place renowned throughout the game which was taken out of someone's nightmare. Not only because it was teeming with werewolves and zombies, but because the ambience was a swampland with the stench of death --- something the most of the players trapped in this game would like to avoid. However, despite this unpleasant setting, a faint smile could be seen on the blonde's face as she trudged through the mud, her boots getting smothered in brown slimy material. Not that she liked getting dirty, but because she was able to walk and experience this atrocity.
"So this is how it feels. This is how it feels."
Being trapped in this world to experience all of these which were deprived from her in the real world wasn't so bad. Maybe of the thousands of people trapped in this game, Parvati was among the few who liked it here. She was able to experience things she could never experience in the outside world, and she did not have to care of anything else. Not germs. Not even the sun, which was in hiding that day in the Underworld.
Out of curiosity, the blonde girl decided to skip and hop while moving forward. She splashed on some mud, and squished on some thorny flora. The eighteen-year-old looked like a kid playing in a playground...even if this was an unlikely playground.
Squish. Splash. Splat.
Then stop.
Parvati's purple eyes widened upon seeing an image of a man tugging some beads with his hands. She did not expect someone to be in this place. "Did he see my childishness? This... this is embarrassing!"
Quickly, the woman turned her back on the man and attempted to escape his presence by mechanically walking.
Ten
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Jul 31, 2017 3:58:35 GMT -5
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Jul 28, 2017 0:13:45 GMT -5
Post by Ten on Jul 28, 2017 0:13:45 GMT -5
fthe sound of splat broke him out of his reverie. he tightened his grip on his prayer beads. a monster, so soon? the npcs hadn't even finished their preparations, still taking stock of the bodies in the caskets, somber-faced. he stepped forward, glanced around, and, he saw it -- her. a young woman, skipping down the road like she was in a schoolyard playground, an expression of beatific glee on her face despite the doom and gloom of their surroundings. their eyes met.
if he wasn't amused before, he definitely was now: the sudden about-turn, and then the stiff, mechanical steps made her look like she walked right out of a comedy. he snickered, not bothering to bite back his laughter.
but, then -- he looked back at the npcs. they were just about finishing up, heaving the caskets up onto their shoulders with quiet grunts. one of them waved at him, a 'come along' motion.
he turned back to the girl, pulled up a screen, and pressed the button to send her a party invite before he could change his mind. "hey," he called out, hoping she could hear him from where he was standing. "i need some help."
hopefully, she wouldn't hold his laughter against him. made by wizz
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Jul 28, 2017 1:49:08 GMT -5
Post by parvati on Jul 28, 2017 1:49:08 GMT -5
The stiff movements became a full stop when out of the blue something appeared on Parvati's interface. It was a party invite. She turned to give the man a glance with her purple eyes, then turned again to look at the invite. Thoughts were rushing inside Parvati's head: he definitely saw what she did, no doubt. And the party invite was to make fun of her more during the whole course. Yes, that was it. She was about to press "decline" when she heard him speak. He needed help.
"Me?" she asked him, pointing one hand to herself. "You need help from me? Why me?"
Was it part of the whole mockery thing? Or was it genuine? Parvati could not tell. She was afraid of being near people and to be mocked at because she was she. She was afraid they would find out she was enjoying being trapped here, and be ostracized because of it.
"I could just leave the party once he bullies me, what everyone else does in real life, right?"
Curious what the problem could be, she tapped on the OK button. A party has been formed.
Parvati took a look at the party options, and saw the man's ign: Ten.
"So Ten, what help do you need?"
Ten // 2 / 10 //ooc: sorry for the short reply. i will just redeem myself in the next post. gomen! >3<
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Jul 31, 2017 3:58:58 GMT -5
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Jul 28, 2017 4:53:27 GMT -5
Post by Ten on Jul 28, 2017 4:53:27 GMT -5
for a moment, he thought she would say no. she had turned to stare at him, gobsmacked and befuddled, like he had done something utterly unimaginable. but then, his interface had dinged -- she had accepted his invite.
ten supposed he owed her an explanation. he tailed the npcs, who had started to making their out of the safe area into the swamp, motioning for parvati to follow.
"i'm on a quest," he said, choosing to keep it short and simple. "my skillset makes mobbing difficult. you were -- are -- the only person nearby."
aside from them and the npcs, there was no one else in the swamp. an oppressive quiet hung over the group; the npcs sorrowed faces, grey in the low light, and the polished black caskets they bore over their shoulders made for a depressing, monochrome tableau.
"it's an escort mission. we get them to where they want to bury the coffins safely." he turned to parvati, thumbing at his prayer beads. now that he was thinking about it, his impulse invite seemed not just rude, but unfair. what if she didn't want to do this? his skillset could get them both hurt, or worse.
"you can leave the party if you want to." ten wound a portion of the string around his fingers, tugging as he said it. he'd find a way to make things work. probably. made by wizz
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Jul 29, 2017 8:32:38 GMT -5
Post by parvati on Jul 29, 2017 8:32:38 GMT -5
"Ah," Parvati blandly blurted out as she watched the moving entourage. Now proving her assumptions wrong, the Vritra asked herself if she should apologize for her demeanor, or for thinking ill of the man before her. For a few seconds her mind wandered and pondered, as the NPCs inch by inch got farther away from her. "But doing so would make me look... less normal, right? Oh well... maybe I should just shrug it off --- "
She heard him say that she could leave the party, which only burdened her with guilt for acting the way she did. Immediately, she straightened up and waived her hands, "No, no... not that, Ten. C-Can I call you Ten? O...okay. It isn't that. I-I'm sorry." Her pale cheeks turned red in color, as she was more embarrassed of her own subsequent actions. Unsure of what she would do, she scratched her head and followed the NPCs ---- an implied way of stating her desire to help, at least to make up with the ill thoughts she had.
But her lips were zipped, body was moving tensed. She was not used to having someone with her. She would look at the path, then the NPCs, and finally to Ten, before moving her eyes back to the road only to repeat.
"Ugh, what now?"
Ten // 3/10
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Jul 31, 2017 9:32:35 GMT -5
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Jul 31, 2017 3:01:55 GMT -5
Post by Ten on Jul 31, 2017 3:01:55 GMT -5
he remembered his brother telling him, once, in an unasked-for bit of trivia dropped unceremoniously over the breakfast table: most people would rather be the person in the coffin, than the person giving the eulogy; that's how afraid of public speaking they are. ten's brother wasn't that sort of person, of course. he walked up to every stage with a flourish, as if he owned it.
parvati, meanwhile, looked very much like she wanted to be in the casket with the dead npcs. ten had no idea what was it he said that got her so flustered, but he watched with muted amusement anyway as she flushed, redder and redder. "that is the entire point of a username," he pointed out. it was the sort of matter-of-fact answer ten afforded everyone -- short, simple, straightforward; but, the poor girl looked so tense and stressed, he tacked on, measured and soft, the way he would speak if he were talking to a spooked rodent, "ten is fine."
he kept an eye out, watching for any oncoming threats. with the other, he stole momentary glances at parvati; she walked as if she was a wooden soldier, marching along the path, gaze swinging to the npcs, to the path, and back to him. ten could almost picture a wind-up knob at her back. his lips quirked, and he felt, almost immediately, a wave of guilt. it wasn't as if he was a paragon of competence himself; she was helping him out of her own goodwill.
there was no time for thorough self-reflection, unfortunately. from the corner of his gaze, ten could see shadows shifting: a trick of the light, something benign, or a hostile enemy? ten sped up to catch up with the npcs, looking behind to see if parvati was close behind.
"tell me about your skillset," he prompted, voice unintentionally loud in the unnatural stillness of the swamp. he wasn't looking at parvati anymore, though; his attention was locked onto their surroundings, fingers tight around his prayer beads. in the air, the silence hummed, taut and tense.
// would you mind if we introduced the mob in the next post?. made by wizz
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