稲妻 (O)

[k2]

Δ Screaming Spark Flash

There is a city where it is raining. There is also thunder and lightning. It is very dark. All of the building entrances have been boarded off except for the largest building. The building is located in the center of the town. An elevator in the building can take a group to the underground dungeon below the city.

[k2]

OUTFIT, YO.

k2 flinched every time he saw the lightning dance across the sky. He wasn't fond of natural occurrences even if he knew that the lightning was just the background to the actual field. He was perched just a few feet away from the entrance to the field, an overpass on a highway which connected to the city, and his arms were crossed on the concrete bar that would have prevented cars from falling. Across his back was the four foot long bamboo stick that was his weapon. k2 was tall for the average player, standing at 6 feet 6 inches, which made his blunt weapon easier to wield.

All of his clothes, which was really only his pants and scarf, were wet by the drizzle of rain that was consistent in the field. Although the lightning from the storm was common, the rain was light. But it was still light enough to wet everything in the field, k2 being no exception. The spiral-eyed man spun around on his boots and watched the entrance to the field. He was expecting company... otherwise he wouldn't have waited in the rain. Duh.

[MEZZANOTTE]

The mishmash of keywords was what brought Mezzanotte into the field. Screaming... A sound most desirable for her. Especially so, if she was on the giving end. Mezzanotte didn't smile or frown. She wore a blank expression. Her eyelids looked heavy. She reached a skeletal hand out from beneath her cloak, and she grasped the handle of her King Saw in between her long, black, skeletal fingers.

The rain poured down on her. Her black hair stuck like plaster against her face. Might as well find shelter. She supposed the dungeon could be in the big building up ahead. The rain didn't bother her, but she was itching to kill something. Monsters were in dungeons, right? Or maybe, with a bit of luck, she could stumble upon a newbie.

Mezzanotte had not taken notice of the large player above her.

[k2]

The man remained oblivious of the other player in the field until he finally took his eyes off of the entrance and stumbled back to the ledge of the overpass to glanced down at the floor. A player in a black cloak. Or a monster in a black cloak. k2 wasn't sure what to make of the thing that moved across the floor like a reaper. He instinctively went to grab his stick, but he paused himself before he actually bothered to pull his weapon out.

"HEY GIRL,"

He would suddenly yell down at her. He had pushed himself up to stand on the ledge, but his balance didn't fidget even a tick. Although he was using the term as a joke, he wondered if he would be judged for his choice in words. At least it wasn't depressing to say. He crossed his arms and knelt down so his knees were bent outwards.

Was there fall damage in this game?

[MEZZANOTTE]

Mezzanotte stopped. She turned slowly on a heel and faced the direction from which she heard someone shout. Her crimson eyes glowed in the darkness. They narrowed slightly, though it was not in a hostile way. She simply couldn't see the player up above her.

His way of calling her attention did not seem to phase her in the least. Mezzanotte simply lifted a skeletal finger and motioned him over. "Come closer," she spoke. Though if he heard her over the thunder, she was unsure. The field held a menacing feel, and that mixed with Mezzanotte's creepy demeanor and skeletal features... Who knew what was in store for K2 if he went down to her.

[k2]

With a queer eye, k2 watched the girl below him. She had heard him, he knew, because she had turned around to look at him. Her black cloak on glowing red eyes did not seem to dissuade k2 from approaching her. Although the man could not hear her tell him to come, k2 instinctively leaped off of the edge of the overpass with little care. He was a social man, and he felt the need to be social as he could be. He had no idea if this girl would turn out to be his future leveling partner or guild mate. Or even an enemy. He knew the cliche: keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

On landing, k2 was still a considerable 20 feet away. He held his bamboo stick in his right hand and looked at the cloaked individual. The rain had soaked everything that she was wearing, and k2 wondered what was under that cloak. Not in the perverse way. He was actually wondering what she was wearing underneath. k2 stretched his arms into the air and let out a rambunctious yawn before he proceeded to the girl on the street. He wasn't weary, he was flatfooted. He approached her without much caution. How dangerous could this girl be?

"Ohhithere," he said once within 10 feet of distance, "I'm k2. Pleasure to meetcha."