;; a fresh start [Hideo!]

[MASAMUNE]

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Δ Root Town – Water Capital Mac Anu

It took quite a solid chunk of time out of his afternoon, but he was finally satisfied with his avatar's end appearance. He looked heroic, yet mysterious. The words "lone wolf" seemed to sum it all up nicely. Selecting an appropriate class for him took about as much time as his initial creation, but thorough application of process of elimination led him to settle with the profession of Adept Rogue.

He was done. Masamune was ready to face The World.

A flash of white light served to disorient him briefly before it faded from view, revealing the presence of an ancient city basked in eternal golden twilight. His head throbbed from the sudden transition, unused to rapid visual change, but it would eventually subside.

Masamune drew in a breath of surprise as soon as he grew accustomed to his new environment, absorbing the sheer amount of detail he was now surrounded by. From the buildings to the water that flowed through the city's multitude of canals, nothing appeared repetitive or poorly coded. Seems as though the graphics designers know what they're doing.

The new player made little hesitation to investigate his own appearance, and was quick to shudder in astonishment. His hands suddenly developed a bronze pigmentation! Not to mention he was wearing the very outfit he had specifically customized his character to sport around! So this was virtual reality?

What kind of rock was he living under all these years?

Nevermind that. Masamune had a game to explore. And, unlike most new players who were devoid of direction or guidance the first time around, he had an agenda to fulfill: earlier in the day, another player had offered to assist him in getting used to the game's controls as well as learning some of the finer details about the mechanics.

As he waited for that player to arrive, Masamune would spend that time learning how to move himself around The World.

Although, he looked rather silly as he started taking little baby steps along the cobblestone streets, inch by inch. After all, it was hard adjusting to a virtual reality environment.
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[HIDEO]

[atrb=width,410px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:5px solid #050505; background-color:#0b0b09; padding:5px][style=background-color:#161612; border:8px solid #161612; float:right; height:100px; width:100px][/style][style=padding-top:4px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase]h i d e o [/style][style=border-top:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; font-family:courier new; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; color:7d7d7d]THE DYING WINDS FROM WHENCE I COME[/style] [style=margin-top:-21px; width:260px; background-color:#050505; border:1px dashed #142113; padding:3px; font-size:10px; color:7d7d7d; height:40px; overflow:auto;]► WORDS: 485 ► TAGS: deprived, hideo, winds ► NOTES: intro commence! [/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]sever that metal vein[/style][style=border:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:7d7d7d]► "Dark..." There wasn't a single star around him. Sitting in the darkness of an unknown abyss he didn't mind his seemingly deprived sense of life and location. The world felt as if it had ended, as if he'd lived through impending doom, useless suffering, and cold nights where he couldn't even breath without singing pain seizing him. Regrettably he hadn't learned much. Each segment of his life on an individual basis required their own perspective of reasoning and perceptual intuition. That was his true reality, far beyond the boundaries of one's normal imagination. Transcending into a world where these walls were shattered and his being synchronized with a system that perhaps held the answers of his meaning, he didn't waste time delving into the game and scrutinizing everything a beginner was offered. The manual was hastily read -- almost recklessly though cautiously at heart, and in the end there was nothing left for him but to aimlessly wander. Oddly enough upon joining the game he'd been given access to a special limited edition weapon granted by purchase and limited by the game itself. Their uniqueness, their sordid history, everything about them was hidden and perhaps locked away in more lost meanings that this sacred world offered. He wished to discover these oddities, these things that perhaps held the key to power and to the remedy of his life. Raising the Ends of Earth, it settled on his shoulder and he habitually popped his left neck. This place was as bustling with activity as he could've imagined, and this seemed to be a social hub for those that were beginners and especially those looking for help. Watching the various newbies run around asking for assistance was disappointing, but he spotted alot of higher levels that glared down from their typical arrogant status', scoffing at them as they do in the real world. Disappointing, that if he was in there position he couldn't imagine if his disposition would be any different. ► "Alot of shit here..." Then by the cloudless sky or perhaps the aligning fates themselves he spotted him. The man who he offered to assist in their endeavors, that newbie who was not unlike himself but very different in that he'd never experienced a world quite so unreal. Sheathing the katana along the liquor polished saya settled along his back and bound by a strap crossing his chest he wandered over and forced a grab to Masamune's shoulder, perhaps before he could've realized Hideo was upon him. The looks didn't deceive, he definitely seemed stoic and conniving at display but he was sure after those board messages that this was probably another person putting up an act. Who better to partner up with than someone who's loyalty was easy to attain? Especially a person who's baby steps were...disappointing. ► "Masamune eh'...I see you're going for that sleek bad-ass look or somethin'...? " [/style]

[MASAMUNE]

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Less than three minutes rolled by, and Masamune had finally grew accustomed to moving around the virtual planescape that was Mac Anu. He had evolved from performing some alien-looking shuffling maneuver to legitimate strides. Excellent! Now he could get somewhere in this town.

Of course, the new Adept Rogue was still captivated by the beauty that this game had to offer. Casting his gaze anywhere he could, Masamune caught glimpses of a wide variety of players, dressed as outlandishly as himself and carrying all sorts of colorful and deadly-looking weapons, frantically scrambling about the plaza hoping to accomplish who-knows-what. Some of them stood idle, engaged in conversations with other players or simply away from their headsets.

"Wow, this game's as popular as they say it is," he muttered, openly convinced that The World was as gorgeous as everyone said it was.

Now fully confident in his walking abilities, he moved himself toward the ledge of a nearby bridge that overlooked a large canal in order to casually lean against it. That guy from the forums said he'd meet up here in Mac Anu. What was taking him so long?

A bolt of irony struck the new Adept Rogue as a hand slapped against his crimson-clad shoulder, triggering a startled shiver as he craned his surprised expression to the right. His bewilderment quickly faded from his face as soon as the figure cut up a question for him: he had asked if he deliberately tried to make his avatar look like some "sleek badass" or something of the sort.

Before he allowed his mouth to emit a response, Masamune quickly cast his eyes up and down the other player. Silver hair, stunning blue eyes hidden behind tinted sunglasses, pale complexion. He almost looked the part of a delinquent. Whatever the case, he could only assume that this was the person from the forums, the one who offered to assist him in getting used to the game's mechanics.

"I guess that makes two of us," Masamune quipped with a friendly smile, gesturing toward the other player's outfit with a pointer finger. That same hand would then be extended toward Hideo in a friendly greeting. "You 'thedarkfiresoldier', then? From the forums?"

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[HIDEO]

[atrb=width,410px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:5px solid #050505; background-color:#0b0b09; padding:5px][style=background-color:#161612; border:8px solid #161612; float:right; height:100px; width:100px][/style][style=padding-top:4px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase]h i d e o [/style][style=border-top:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; font-family:courier new; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; color:7d7d7d]THE DYING WINDS FROM WHENCE I COME[/style] [style=margin-top:-21px; width:260px; background-color:#050505; border:1px dashed #142113; padding:3px; font-size:10px; color:7d7d7d; height:40px; overflow:auto;]► WORDS: 543 ► TAGS: oblivious, apathy, crazy ► NOTES: every day we hustlin' [/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]sever that metal vein[/style][style=border:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:7d7d7d]This and that about the beautiful scenery, the chilled atmosphere in the otherwise dreary disposition of a bustling plaza, bright sunlight and sharp faces — the silver-haired hooligan didn't give a shit about any of it. Or it almost seemed like he was completely oblivious to it, caught in his own little world, or probably just a delicate mixture of both. That certain taste of apathy, a flavor or two off the kind his fellow bad-asses employed, had been mistaken, on frequent occassion, for something more serious than just not caring about something, thought to be more along the lines of psychosis or maybe even narcissism. He'd never doubt the latter if it was ever mentioned. ► "...yea, the one and only..." Damn near took 'em long enough. As the dim orange flame lit the scattered shadows against his face, broken only by the early mornin' light, his lungs drew a soft drag. The first of the day. It was almost exhiliratin', and as bad a habit as it mighta been, there were few things that coulda ever made Sato give it up. The most wonderful part was the many habits he'd grown in his fragmented life away from the World could be carried over and practiced in full without their debilitating effects on his persona or physicality. After a few moments of silence, considering he'd taken a moment to light and begin smoking a cigarette, he turned around with it stuffed between his lips and arms crossed along his chest. ► "I guess you've mastered the basics...that's good, since you have your PK option on. You go into a field with that on and not know how shit works, you're as good as dead. " It was funny, Hideo spoke almost as if he'd lived this world once more, perhaps in another life. His wisdom was far beyond his experience which begged the more viable question: who was Hideo? Stuffing his hands into his pockets soon thereafter he glared at the portal where many people alike were coming in and out, sifting through the nexus of transportation, swimming through its realm of limitless possibilities. Grinning almost a fools smile he looked back over to Masamune. ► "It's best we get started soon...no use in us just sitting here anyways. Unless you got somethin' ta' ask me. I don't really care about who you are tho'. " That was the truth. Hideo wasn't interested in anyone, let alone himself, which was another odd thing about him. If anyone were to inquiry about that subject they'd probably be met with a deep silence or maybe a kick in the face. ► "I'll let you have the honor of doin' the keywords then, but I'll handle the rest. " After a few moments he'd send Masamune a party request, locked down the method in which they'd receive gear and items and already set up a tactical interface that he figured would best function them both. Of course he was seemingly as new as Masamune so in doing so he could only assume certain things, but he prepared as best as he could while approaching the gate, never second guessing the fact that he'd stumbled on this kid whom he'd show the ropes and even gather some stuff on the game itself. [/style]

[MASAMUNE]

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Masamune had to fight the urge to physically flinch at Hideo's cold salutation.

His smile vanished from view into a more neutral, yet easily disheartened expression. The tan Adept Rogue slowly withdrew his now-curling fingers back into his own personal space, feeling as if though he needed to regret even thinking about approaching this man with a nice disposition. Would it have killed him to at least smile?

Apparently, that was too big of a task for him to handle.

The way he carried himself was practically drenched with extreme apathy, as if he were going to end up wasting his "precious time" in helping a new face get used to The World and its workings. As if he had better places to be, or more interesting things to do.

Masamune tried his best to sustain a poker face as Hideo made an ice cold remark about his supposed foolishness with enabling the Player-Versus-Player option, stating that it would only get him killed faster if he knew nothing about combat or how to defend himself from rogue threats. Poisonous as his words were, the unsympathetic player spoke the truth: he wouldn't last a single minute out in The World if he didn't know how to properly do battle.

The white-haired Adept Rogue furrowed his eyebrows as soon as Hideo pressured him to ask whatever questions he had on his mind, and to simply avoid with the trivialities while he set up a party request. He even allowed him the privilege to fiddle with the keywords on the Chaos Gate.

It wasn't a very convincing form of charity.

►HIDEO wishes to form a party with you. Accept?

►Y/N

Almost as quickly as the invite was sent was it shot down as Masamune pushed himself off the ledge of the bridge and into an erect pose, moving to walk past the ill-mannered Hideo. Convinced he wouldn't return the gesture, he didn't bother to look over his shoulder.

"Maybe some other time. That is, when you start being nicer to me," he said firmly before disappearing into a small rabble of passersby and out of the other player's line of sight. Again, he was certain Hideo wouldn't bother to try and convince him otherwise or chase him down for declining his disinterested party invite. Whatever. People of that caliber were definitely the least of his problems.

"Still, I have to get the basics of combat mastered before I do anything serious," he mumbled to himself, aiming his silver eyes toward the cobblestone streets as he casually walked past the other strangely-dressed players of The World, his hands shoved into his pants pockets. "Maybe that girl from the forums will help me out instead?" A pause, followed by a swift nod of his head. "Definitely. She came off nicer than that guy, at least."

Allowing the notion to simmer in his thoughts, Masamune paused mid-stride and returned to a standing posture. Several seconds passed before a series of three golden rings surrounded his tall frame, slowly sliding from his head to his feet until he faded from view.

►MASAMUNE has logged out.

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[HIDEO]

Apr 11, 2012 10:30:27 GMT -5 HIDEO said:

[atrb=width,410px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:5px solid #050505; background-color:#0b0b09; padding:5px][style=background-color:#161612; border:8px solid #161612; float:right; height:100px; width:100px][/style][style=padding-top:4px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase]h i d e o [/style][style=border-top:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; font-family:courier new; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; color:7d7d7d]THE DYING WINDS FROM WHENCE I COME[/style] [style=margin-top:-21px; width:260px; background-color:#050505; border:1px dashed #142113; padding:3px; font-size:10px; color:7d7d7d; height:40px; overflow:auto;]► WORDS: 200 ► TAGS: badassery, ultimatum, hideo ► NOTES: it's cool i understand, i feel the same way. makes perfect sense [/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]sever that metal vein[/style][style=border:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:7d7d7d]It had never occurred to him how much of an asshole he really was, though it kinda came up when the guy suddenly rambled off some nonsensical babble. This was a game where you participated with others you knew nothing about to have fun and do shit with. What was the point in coming if you were going to be emotional and bitchy about it? When the stoic looking figure who once accumulated points of badassery for appearance alone even thought about making that statement, Hideo instantly loss any desire to do any training or working with that kid. When he trekked off Hideo kept walking, taking a crouch against one of the many walls near the portal. Then, presumably out've no where, he chuckled harshly. Too much? Nah. Though while he needed progress there were things that needed doing on the other side, off the shitty computer he was loading this game on. With that in mind... Zip. He was gone as soon as the other kid was, there wasn't any serious thought process or moral ultimatum. Just a chuckle and a realization that he had a college paper due the next day and he hadn't even started. ► "...faggot..." [/style]