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Post by MURMUR on Apr 2, 2012 20:01:10 GMT -5
 Δ Gallant Flow LiveThis field is a maze of watery canals and bog-like moors. The only tree seen for miles in any direction is the ever-blossoming cherry; but the sky is virtually overcast and it seems a secluded sun casts an ambient light that is reflected upon the waterways but invisible in the sky above. Mists rise over forgotten buildings.
The monsters here are Rue-types and treasure is rumored to be elusive. No one's found the heart of the field yet.
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 2, 2012 20:57:03 GMT -5
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Gold rings appear in the air as the fledgling blademaster zoned into the field. As with the start of every new zone there's that moment of disorientation as one gains their bearings. The perpetual dim and foggy atmosphere don't do much to help this and a frown begins to form across his face.
When a single...vivid...cherry petal swirls past his face, giving him a moment of pause and wonder. Such a stark contrast and somehow...sort of fitting to his first field experience. He looks in the direction it came from to see, in the distance, the solitary tree from which the petal came.
There is a smile and soft blink of hard eyes at the oasis amid the dim and then looked around to the ruined buildings that litered the area. He turned toward the north, waved his hands free of his kimono sleeves and began walking. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y30/rurouni_ben/hack%20FRACTAL/sidebar_aku01.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #d4bfba;]
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Post by MURMUR on Apr 2, 2012 21:11:30 GMT -5
LOGGED IN EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
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Only moments after the Blademaster Akujiki had started off from the zone point to walk within the field another hollow chiming sound can be heard as golden rings swivel up into fragmented beams of light, leaving a second person standing in this field.
She is dressed in a simple level one brigadine tunic with some upgraded boots and bracers for level two. And easy to mark as a Twinblade with the X across her back made from two chisa katana. She is mismatched but that doesn't matter to her. The stats on the gear keep her moving forward.
Rumors had brought her here. And as her gaze readjusted from the light of the chaos gate to the dim surroundings, Murmur stood in the very same place from which the Blademaster was now meandering away toward the North.
White hair whirls into her eyes. It happened every time she gated into a field. The residual breeze of the warp would kick up the light strands of her hair. She reached up to brush some strands from her lashes. And in that moment she notices that there is another player mark on the interface. The slow pulse of moving light pinpointed northward on her map.
She gazes up with her hand still half brushing away her hair to look upon the receding back of an apparent Blademaster. And not another soul around. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i545.photobucket.com/albums/hh399/fionagh/hack/murmur_top.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;]
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 2, 2012 21:25:44 GMT -5
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Another player?
He stopped and looked back over his shoulder at the white haired twin blade that had appeared where he'd been moments before. There was the initial pulse of adrenaline at the knowledge that you're not alone and that the player coming in could be anyone and with any intent.
At the sight of the mismatched gear that didn't look like much beyond starting stuff, he relaxed. She obviously had been at this longer than he had, but that went for anyone here at this point. If she were up to some mischief he felt he'd at least stand a chance even if it turned against him.
It was a girl. At least the avatar was, at any rate. And a pair of katana; chisa. Smaller than his single blade. Huh. That was potentially a good sign to the player behind the console.
Well...it was his first few minutes in a new place and she therefore had some seniority here so he did the only polite thing to do when encountering a stranger in a misty field of a new game.
"So, I'm not the only one to be lured in by the prospect of an unsolved map."
Call it a hunch.
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Post by MURMUR on Apr 2, 2012 21:46:06 GMT -5
LOGGED IN EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
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The Blademaster wasn't the only one with the pulse of adrenaline. As the other, taller, and more muscular player turned to face Murmur there was a surge of preservational instinct. She'd been playing rather regularly this week and seen all manner of avatars lacing into one another. Some players looked so innocuous before they struck.
This guy didn't look innocuous at all. In fact, he had the look of a wolf about him really. And for a moment she studied him though she made no move to go for her Twinblades. Each chisa katana stayed sheathed with hilts in plain view and untouched. The left hilt was bone white. The right hilt was black wrapped silk with a finishing red cording.
The larger katana that the Blademaster carried was duly noted. Even appreciated. Katana, huh? How do you like that? she thought to herself.
Ackpthth!-- there he goes -- he's talking about my unsolved mystery. Dammit... Just who is this guy anyway? I don't recognize his avi. I don't recognize him from the Boards either. How did he know? Yes. Murmur was territorial about her lurking the message board. No, he would never find out about that. It was her dirty little secret.
Her crimson gaze slid to the ground at one side. Never let them see you discouraged. Never. Never, never. Now, what to say?
"So you heard about that too?" Implicit in the question would be the underlying subtext of 'How?' [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i545.photobucket.com/albums/hh399/fionagh/hack/murmur_top.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;]
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 2, 2012 21:56:45 GMT -5
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A wolfish grin crept over his face.
"I took an hour or two to read over the message boards before I logged in. I like to know what I'm getting myself into. That said..."
He looked back at the tree as cherry blossoms continued to drift off of it.
"I'm never one to turn down a good challenge. This seemed an admirable place to start."
He left it unstated that there was the very real chance that he might have gotten in over his head by doing so, but it looked like that didn't seem to bother him.
He was dressed in starter robes; little more in protection than the stiff cloth that they appeared to be. Of all the looks a new player could have chosen, this one had stuck to cloth instead of some of the heavier pieces that his class could wear. At least for now. Call it a character quirk, but this one liked to marry form and function. There weren't any starting gears that met his high standards, so he was certain he'd come across them as he adventured.
Besides it was fitting to the class, in his min at least, that you begin with only a sword.
"I'm Akujiki."
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Post by MURMUR on Apr 2, 2012 22:33:42 GMT -5
LOGGED IN EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
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Did. Not. Miss. That. Grin.
Right well, she reminded herself, it is a game. And as far as she was concerned everyone here paid to do what pleased them. Whether that was player-killing noobs or just happening upon incredibly useful information on their first game day. Some players just have all the luck.
And really, that realization alone unruffled any competitive feathers that were starting to get out of joint. Not that much really got under Murmur's skin in the first place. But it was disconcerting to discover another board lurker who was out mining all the good information and then using it upon login. Too much like her own strategy for comfort perhaps. Yeah, not gonna think about that too long.
Akujiki. Evil-eater. It was a Japanese handle. And he was using a katana. For a moment she wondered if that was just a fan tribute or if she should share her real name at some point. But at what point? That... yeah, that would just be weird and borderline creeper.
She wandered up toward Akujiki seeing as the conversation was a far cry from any of the usual player killing exploits. And recognizing that standard starting gear, though unusual in the choice being cloth, she didn't feel as if she had much to worry about if he suddenly felt inclined to test her strength. Not because she was little-miss-leet or anything. But because he had a strange sort of persona. One of calmness and equilibrium.
"... Murmur." Must be her handle. She couldn't possibly be commanding the Blademaster to mutter from now on. The name suits her sullen, boyish voice. "... Team up then?" [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i545.photobucket.com/albums/hh399/fionagh/hack/murmur_top.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;]
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 2, 2012 22:46:08 GMT -5
LOGGED IN . . . it is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream.... | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #985254; border-bottom: 7px solid #985254;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] [style=height: 450px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: auto;]
He watched her approach, relaxed in his bearing now. Murmur. A curious handle, but certainly memorable.
As she passed through the dim toward him it was uncanny how the "she" would become androgynous in one light, girl in another, androgynous again the next moment. It was almost like the avatar was in flux. Or perhaps it was all just a trick of the mind and the female aspect was just something he wanted to see in it.
To her invitation to join up he nodded. They both had a vested interest in exploring this place. As far as he was concerned the cracking of that mystery was what was important. Perhaps it was vanity to think he could be the first and to do it alone, but it would have been one helluva start. Being one of a pair wasn't lessening that any.
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Post by MURMUR on Apr 3, 2012 1:29:38 GMT -5
LOGGED IN EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
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The player behind Murmur, Yuki Kimura, almost chose a male avatar even though the player was female. But the customization styles were so elite on this game that she found she could get away with an androgynous avatar fairly easily.
As Akujiki was even now experiencing, it gave the illusion of some slight Bishi male from far away. This on purpose because she had had negative and unfulfilling experiences in MMOs before playing a girl character. Long story that. One that would be hard to crack out of her stoic shell. Besides, there's a decided part of her on the inside that identifies with all that is animus.
The gentle, resonating ping of the party invite reaches her inner ear and she makes a motion that brings the controller option set to accept. That small gesture brings up a secondary input visual showing that she is now in party with AKUJIKI - BLADEMASTER. This information floats over her small radar and compass map in the far bottom left hover-corner.
He was every bit her opposite in some ways. Broad shoulders. Black hair. Unquestionably masculine. Looking up at him almost made her feel like a shrimp. Almost.
"So how's your elemental wheel? I've got Vak and Ani. And Repth." The Blademaster gets a rare explanation, short as it is from her. "I'm usually out here looking after myself."
Yes, she too wanted to unlock this level. To post on the boards about it later. It was probably vain. But there was that competitive excitement in being the first to discover something. At the same time she had no delusions. There were plenty of higher levels who'd combed this place over for hours before she even owned the game. It was just one of those small fascinations that kept pulling at her. The need to know, just for herself, if there really was nothing -- or something -- here. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i545.photobucket.com/albums/hh399/fionagh/hack/murmur_top.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;]
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 3, 2012 1:47:17 GMT -5
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"Vak, Gan, and Rue. I'm resolved to the fact that I'll be living and dieing by my sword."
Which also suggested a more aggressive play style just out of necessity. With no innate means of healing himself it was kill before being killed. Or perhaps that was just being KO'ed. Either way, the options he had once things started was to end it before the other could.
"How long have you been playing?"
Just because the character was level two didn't mean the player didn't have another avatar of a much higher level. It was also good to know just how much of a learning curve they'd have as a pair in here.
Yet in all this there was a sense in his tone of voice that it was more than simple idle chatter or small talk to break the ice. It was almost an echo of that practical, working knowledge she'd given him. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y30/rurouni_ben/hack%20FRACTAL/sidebar_aku01.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #d4bfba;]
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Post by MURMUR on Apr 3, 2012 2:22:04 GMT -5
LOGGED IN EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
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The way in which this Blademaster spoke gave her some pause. To live and die by the sword? Her head tilted just a bit as he said that. So many players here strove never to break the fourth wall. And it wasn't really her play style. But she never knew how to really ... deal ... with that.
"I've taken a 'dirt nap' a few times now. It's annoying. You're stuck immobile until you have revival options. At least it doesn't hurt. Even if it's humiliating."
Vak, Gan and Rue. There's a glitter in her crimson eyes as she considers that the arsenal between them as a pair is more than she would ever have on her own. Not that she's using Akujiki or anything. Okay maybe she's using him. But in a purely tactical sense with the highest intentions. Be honored, Blademaster! Plus, she'd been acquainted with a few blademasters already. Their physical stats were legendary around the World. And as a jack-of-all-trades class some of that physical stability to fall back on was certainly appealing. Not that she'd admit that aloud.
Akujiki's question breaks her out of her strategic geekery. And her gaze, so hungry to try out the field just moments before, now falters a little with her sullen reply. "About ... a week."
Implied in that statement is the underlying fact that this is her only character. In fact, in Yuki's mind, there is only one character possible at a time. The work she intends to put into Murmur's build, level grind, and equipment is pretty exhaustive. To think of having more than one character hasn't even occurred to her yet. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i545.photobucket.com/albums/hh399/fionagh/hack/murmur_top.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;]
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 3, 2012 2:39:15 GMT -5
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"Hmph. Sounds more annoying than anything else."
Because really? Waiting for someone else to give you options to keep going? How much time would be wasted there? He turned on his original path again.
"For that reason alone sounds it like it's worth avoiding."
In which case it was settled. There would be no KO'ing on his watch. At least if he had anything to say about it. There were always blindsides in the learning curve, though.
"We'll work together then," was all he commented about the week of play. No one relying on the other to be a mentor or anything. Two equals exploring their environment and learning the ropes as they went. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y30/rurouni_ben/hack%20FRACTAL/sidebar_aku01.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #d4bfba;]
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Post by MURMUR on Apr 3, 2012 21:46:28 GMT -5
LOGGED IN EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
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Moving alongside the Blademaster as he kept wandering toward the tree she blinked at his last words. Work together, huh? Definitely not a stifling older-brother, coddle-em type this one. How refreshing.
The monster level was strong for someone like Akujiki who was just starting the game, but not too strong for Murmur to weather at level 2 and almost level 3. She would probably gain a level just moving through this field. But he would gain more levels due to being slightly lower level than she was. Her strategy was to keep him going with Repth if necessary while being his back up if anything aggroed or linked in the field during combat.
But she didn't tell him this.
She'd come to learn to keep her strategies for survival to herself in game after game. Especially in games with Player Killing enabled.
"All right." Her husky, boyish voice echoed across the bog like one of those cherry petals spent from the tree. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i545.photobucket.com/albums/hh399/fionagh/hack/murmur_top.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;]
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MURMUR's theme.Notes: Starting back up this evening. Post in whenever you have time. No rush. |
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 3, 2012 21:58:26 GMT -5
LOGGED IN . . . it is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream.... | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #985254; border-bottom: 7px solid #985254;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] [style=height: 450px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: auto;]
He wandered along the path, heading toward the cherry tree first. It was the obvious place to start because it stood out as so incredibly different. Probably not the first place to look for something that had eluded all others, but it had caught his attention.
Plus it looked like it would make for a good point to camp out of in case they needed to withdraw for some reason, so he wanted to make sure the area was actually secure.
But he didn't tell her that. It would be obvious enough.
Behind the screen, the player began to wonder how his combat interface was set up. He'd managed to get everything to his liking with the basic movements, but he hadn't had a chance to customize the battle set yet.
Something to fine tune as they went. He wanted to know what a battle was even like here first. He was pretty sure he'd get the chance sooner rather than later and he was thankful that so far he'd get the opportunity to do so on an NPC. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y30/rurouni_ben/hack%20FRACTAL/sidebar_aku01.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #d4bfba;]
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Post by MURMUR on Apr 3, 2012 22:33:54 GMT -5
Δ Gallant Flow Live Interactive Map The bog is a classic natural labyrinth. There are channels of slow-running water that make a direct route to the cherry tree difficult. Those who wish to wind their way on dry land toward the central island will need to go far out of their way. At times it will feel as if one is not accomplishing their goal.
Following the foot path in any direction one grows nearer to ruined buildings of what seems a bygone agricultural era.
Akujiki and Murmur may choose to pursue dry land, or cut through the water ways. At present there is no clear indication of how deep the waters run or if they are true bogs that will pull a player under.
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