Type: City All citizens have been evacuated to the safest places of the city. The usually bustling streets are now dead empty, their bright shops and buildings clad in the shadows of imminent danger. Only warriors or magicians strut about in the surface. They form a steady stream of traffic throughout certain points of the city. Everyone is preparing for war in one way or another. It's just that none of them are sure when it is that it'll start.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down. Help me get my feet back on the ground.
This was the first time she'd be gating in to this game. The first time in years that she'd touched an MMO and she had meant to go to Mac Anu. This didn't look like the place in the Manual. In fact it was somewhere completely different not only that but... The entire place was... Empty.
This was creepy.
She held her stave closer to herself to try and reassure herself that she was safe here, but it was creepy with the amount of detail in this game. She bit her bottom lip, chewing both in and out of the game from sheer nerves alone.
"I... This doesn't look like the right place... I'll just... Try it again... Yeah... Probably an error on my part again." Who was she even talking too? She wasn't sure. Maybe it was just the thought that her own voice would calm her nerves. With that thought in mind, she took a couple of deep breaths and relogged... Only to end up back where she started.
"Something's not right here, I know I put it in right. I made sure this time..." She murmured and then she started to move away from where she thought was 'safe'. Inching out in to the abandoned streets of this place till she found... Life! LIFE! THERE WERE PE-Wait those were NPCs? Were they? She wasn't sure but there were a few of them coming and going though it was almost like human traffic and she made sure the stay well away from it in fear of being swept away with the crowds.
"...What've I gotten myself in to this time?" She felt her brows turn upwards towards the center, her mouth a straight line. She was worried more so because now? She thought she'd broken the game or something and she really didn't want to face a charge for something like this because she was an idiot and did something wrong only to break the game.
TAGS: @whoever || WORDS: Not sure || NOTES: Lost, Alone, Worried, you get the point.
The first thing that came to her mind when C had successfully logged in to 'The World' after so many failed attempts at doing so was: What the actual heck. As far as she knew, the game should automatically log the players in to the Root Towns in one of the three main servers existing in-game, but that wasn't what had happened. Mac Anu was supposed to be where she should have gated into, so why was she here? She had thought that it was probably an event, because new things = special event in the gamers' equations.
But it couldn't possibly be, because CC Corp had sent a mass email out to all of the players to inform them that 'The World' would momentarily be inaccessible. It was a major server crash... And she was now walking around this unfamiliar town in the crowded sea of people - or NPCs, or maybe some PCs too. What tugged the strings of her curiosity, though, was the very fact that she, a player character, and a very normal one at that, was able to access the game at all. The mass e-mail clearly stated that it was inaccessible during repairs.
Even when she wasn't an extremely experienced player, anyone who was careful enough and had the chance to read the e-mail would have noticed the contradiction between what CC Corp had informed them about and what was actually happening to them, and logic taught C that contradiction could hide more than just a 'grave system failure.'
Could this be related to the bizarre anomalies that she had the privilege to have witnessed before? Like being unable to log out of an area because of the presence of a distinctive unknown PC or a group of seemingly sentient combination of computer game data ambushing Rift and herself?
She... Didn't believe in the rumors that she had heard about in the duration of her playing this game. They all sounded so far-fetched, and a game was just a game, no? However, if she were to connect the dots, could anyone really blame her for establishing a relationship between all of them?
Just when she was about to go for another round of blinded tour around the town, C chanced upon a blonde figure who looked like she was panicking enough to be an NPC - but then again, an NPC could be programmed to appear panicked. She did seem too different to fit in with the rest of the characters that she saw there. Everyone else had such a stern expression pasted on their features like something big was happening, but this girl did not. She had tried speaking to a few of them before, but all she got was an extra serving of mountainous cold shoulders. Geez.
Bracing herself for possible unforeseeable impact, C slowly approached the blonde figure from behind before suddenly grabbing her small shoulders with both of her hands. "Boo!"
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down. Help me get my feet back on the ground.
Hands, were on her shoulders only moments after she sighed and was about to start wandering away from the hustle and bustle of this particular part of this town.
"Boo!" There was a small jerk before she faced whoever it was that had actually approached her and invaded her personal space.
"A-Ah .... ?" Wait, she sounded more confused than scared there, then again she was more confused than scared.
"U-U-Um. Hi... Hi there. Uh... Miss..." Oh God where was the name display? Did she shut it off or something? Oh WHY, why, why did she always make these sorts of retarded errors? She frowned for a moment before her features softened.
"I-I'm sorry, I think I hit some wrong keys or messed with the wrong settings but I can't see your name. D-Don't player names usually show up in MMOs? Oh! My manners." She thwapped herself before she took to bowing her head a little bit.
"I'm Eir... A-n-d I picked the wrong class so now I'm stuck trying out wavemaster instead of the um Harvest Cleric is it? The healing class?" She murmured looking rather sheepish and embarrassed at the moment and also looking at her feet which had turned slightly inward as she clutched her stave close to her bosom.
"I'm sorry I'm such a failure, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want too, I make a lot of mistakes so I'd probably just end up dragging you down with me and I don't want to slow anyone down..." She murmured, she actually sounded, upset to be quite frank which she was, she felt horrible. Like she was letting the whole world down just because she messed up again in fact she was probably messing this up right now.
Oh well, she'd learn eventually and come out of her shell... Hopefully.
TAGS: C || WORDS: Not sure || NOTES: Stuttering bumbling idiot.
Wolf had gated into Carmina after having had looked around of Mac Anu. Carmina was once a bustling city and quite a choice place for people to trade items in the game. As far as Wolf could see was dark pillows of clouds, floating only about 60 or 70 feet above him. As he lifted his head he could see the shadows covered the buildings around. He scanned the area while standing next to the chaos gate, he then sat in the ground and looked into the dark sky, wondering what he would do now, because someone complained about the game and asked the GM to meet them in Carmina.
He then rolled over onto his side and looked into a dark alley. The shadowy figures returned already, he thought that his sanity was getting blur after "The World" hit rock bottom. He then reflected upon his past memories, he had been a game master pretty much his entire life.Wolf distanced himself from the dark alleys because the darkness was a bit strange and intimidating. Wolf soon found himself standing in an open space. It was a prank report from the players, there's no one there and he couldn't find a single person, or maybe he was in another part of the city. He decided to continue his intense adventure, sweats trickled down his forehead and he rubbed it away, his heart was racing unusually. When his heart acted strangely, there's 2 possible whether Wolf's tired or bad things would happen.
As he took further steps into the town, he heard small talks, and decided to follow the voice. The voice was getting louder, and he almost reached the origin of the voice. He passed an alley, and leaned against the wall. He took a peek, and saw 2 shadowy figures talking. "If this was the real world, I won't be able to see anything, I have bad eyesight" mumbled Wolf.
Post by Vance Finiraldi on Oct 29, 2014 18:06:53 GMT -5
Claude was sitting at his desk, staring at R:Fusion's log-in screen. He typed in the his account information rather casually, relaxed in his chair and not expecting much. He was going through the log in process on a whim, like many people vainly do when being told that an MMO's service has been discontinued or put under an unscheduled maintenance. Of course, he expected, like all those people who tried to do so elsewhere in other games, to either fail immediately or be locked into a prolonged log-in sequence before being booted out as well. What he had intended to do was to try to hack his way into the game's servers after confirming that he was not able to get in normally. Usually, he wouldn't go so far. But this was The World and CC Corporation. People playing the game experience hardware issues en masse and CC Corp shuts down the game soon after? That was them hiding something again, and that was why he wanted to break in.
However, his original plan was rendered entirely unnecessary.
The player jolted back to alertness from his slouch in his seat when the game's proper loading screen unexpectedly appeared on his monitor. Switching to the M2D strapped on his head and adjusting its settings, he entered the game, uncertain of what would greet him when his character appeared.
The manner in which Vance Finiraldi appeared in the game map was not entirely unusual -- character fading in the game, falling rings of light surrounding him, the entire process. What was unusual was the place he found himself in. This wasn't Mag Civialis, the Root Town he was in when he last logged out. As he glanced over his surroundings, his face was contorted with bewilderment and confusion. But notably, not with unfamiliarity. The darkened, cloudy sky hanging overhead. The long bridge he was now standing on which lead into a busy city's shopping district. The R:1 Chaos Gate right behind him. Passing years have blurred Vance's recollections, but not by much. There was no mistaking it; this was R:1's Carmina Gadelica.
Placing his hand gingerly on the stone bridge's railings, he tentatively took his first few steps in a city that, in all respects, should have been obliterated. According to news reports and what CC Corp themselves have said, an entire chunk of R:1's data had been lost due to the infamous fire that occurred at one of their buildings, and Delta was the only server with salvageable, serviceable data. In the context of the game's lore, the city should have been destroyed... by none other than the being who was residing in his player character.
Was his personal connection with Lanceor, then, the reason why he was able to log in and was brought here? At the moment, there was no way of telling.
As he continued to walk forward and approach the cluster of buildings, he spotted several people under those who were clearly NPC's. Their clothing was out of place in the era and setting that R:1 had portrayed, which made them stand out. Vance was absolutely certain that they were actual players who managed to gate in with him, despite lacking more concrete evidence. In fact, he even knew one of them, an outgoing girl who was currently engaged in conversation with another who was more... lambish in demeanor. And she was the only he was willing to immediately talk with out of the three apparent players in his vicinity. Still remaining on the bridge and at distance from the rest, he messaged the person in question, C, through Whisper Chat.
Vance Finiraldi: C. I'm here, too. Look back toward the direction of the Chaos Gate. Do you know what's going on?
None of Carmina's citizens were sure of the time, even though they could sense it in their bones; the anticipation and slight fear, pulsing in the air. How could they possibly be prepared for what was to come, even knowing what it was? Some soldiers even took advantage of the thickening night to slip quietly through the flurry of humans toward safety. The ones who stayed and knew did not stop them. They did not have the heart. It sank further from their chests with each passing hour.
In the head of all the players gathered, an anxious voice rang as clear as if they could hear it right beside them.
A storm brewed in.
The thunder clouds came marching in suddenly yet everyone knew what they meant; they were not really a surprise. A loud bustle broke throughout the city, hands pointing toward the ominous clouds as they closed in on Gadelica at an unnaturally fast pace, as if to pounce the city. In a matter of minutes, all the rooftops became wet with rain, an occasional lightning flashing off the faces of the pale, hardened soldiers.
Minutes passed, turning into half-hours. Nothing happened. There was only the rain, which was not even all that heavy. There was no wind. Barely any thunder could be heard. The humans had erected force fields and spell traps all over the vicinity, but none had yet to be triggered. Worried conversations could be heard nearby.
Soldier 1: Maybe...this is a normal rainy day?
Soldier 2: How can that be when it has not rained even once in so long? Did you not see how the storm came running? This is their doing.
Soldier 3: He is right. There! – did you see that lightning? I've seen this kind of storm before. It must be Him. The God of Lightning is in our very presence.
This soldier had been in a skirmish with the gods before. Everyone felt reassured of their situation through his words.
Soldier 2: But what is he plotting? I thought he was the flashy sort. This rain is very mild. Is he waiting for our guard to drop?
Soldier 3: Then stay alert. We won’t let Carmina Gadellica fall even to the likes of them!
Everyone began to question the storm as the hour passed with still no event taking place. There was only an unceasing rain forming little rivers to run through the streets.
Where is the grand God of Lightning descending on a magnificent lightning bolt, his form bathed in the light of gold? Some would say he was actually a bolt of lightning that would take the shape of humans and terrorize all who saw him. Others that he was a wild beast the spewed lightning from its eyes and mouth and its roar could be heard throughout the continent.
-LANCEOR: ... *sigh*
The god in question leaned his back against the sidewall to a weapon’s shop, muscular arms crossed over his chest. The rain fell everywhere around him, soaking through his clothes. He stared blearily at the clouds. It had been perhaps the fourth time he had sighed since getting there.
All this talk about punishing the humans – he had been the first to step up to the task. They were taking too long to decide. What use was all the debates and talk if all they needed to rid themselves of the ever increasing problem was to wipe them into oblivion? The only one who could possibly have anything worth a light to say about the idea would be that Cernunnos down in Hell, suddenly getting a large influx of humans into his domain.
He was the God of Lightning! One flick of his wrist meant certain death for a human. The elves had been sturdier with their abundant magic constitution, but their descendants were feeble to the point that it made him laugh. And to think they still want to challenge a being of such greatness as himself! Who could possibly be better than him to lead the assault on the human filth?
-LANCEOR: ... *moan*
His head dropped, remembering the words Sol nailed into his head on his way out. They had engraved themselves in him so much that he no longer even felt the desire the uphold the flashy, grandiose image of the God of Lightning. The golden sheen of his hair had faded into brown. His eyes no longer shined. He let the rain water soak him through. Even his vitality seemed stripped from him! He looked no better than the dozen humans that surrounded him, save he did not wear any armor or robe. Some of the soldiers even approached him before, ushering him into safer places, away from the main square of the city. But he ignored them, too distraught to notice he was being addressed as a human.
Soldier 4: Sir...Sir! Please move to a safer place. The storm is light at the moment, but it we do not know when it might turn for the worse. Sir?
He looked up and saw the sky mildly gray with storm clouds. The rain suddenly became heavier where he stood, reflecting his worsening mood.
-LANCEOR:That’s right...It’s because I am a failure of a god...That must be it...Sol! I have failed you!
Soldier 4: Sir? Are you alright?
Who could believe this to be the proud, mighty Lanceor? The soldiers around him didn't even question the possibility.
Feeling no threat was yet to come the soldier decidedly gave up on him and left. The rain continued to concentrate on him, becoming lighter everywhere else. The droplets that ran across his hair and clothes let out a slight, golden sheen.
At this rate, Lanceor might just call back the storm all together and hole himself up in some remote place somewhere.
C was a little taken aback at the speed this blonde girl was apologizing to her. If anyone was guilty of something, it was C herself for coming up behind her. She looked flustered, fumbling in speech and struggling to find her way out of her confusion. It reminded her of her newbie days; not knowing where everything was and how everything works. "C," she calmly answered to counter the girl's current state of mind, "You can see my basic info via your UI, Eir."
After that, Eir just went on a long self-deprecating monologue with more than sufficient amount of apologies inserted in between that it just made C laughed in a hearty manner. How adorableeeeee. Picking the wrong class? Yep, sounds like someone new to the game, alright. Just a new player with a pretty PC, which did contribute to ease her mood down. "Re-relax, Eir, relax," C spoke as she suppressed the urge to continue laughing at her. "You're okay, you'll be okay. Just... Stick with me for now? I'm here alone, too, so it's nice to see another player here."
Because, C herself had completely no idea what exactly was happening. Having to ponder about it with somebody was almost always better than having to ponder over it alone.
C had taken the liberty to keep subtly checking her surroundings even as she was conversing with Eir, just in case things would take a turn for the worse at any point of time. She didn't want to spark any more unnecessary fear and confusion in Eir. Though a cautious and curious person by nature, C had concluded that it wouldn't hurt to be extra wary under these circumstances.
That was when she spotted the figure of a man coming out of the alley just a few feet away behind Eir. He nonchalantly leaned his back against the edge of the walls. PC? NPC? PC. C opened his basic information window and the display was certainly that of a Player Character's. So there really was a number of others who had landed themselves in the same trouble as she had. "Oh! Another player!" The Tribal Grappler cheerfully blurted out a statement and pointed at his direction, as if to inform him that she had taken notice of his presence while at the same time letting Eir know that someone else was there with them.
Not long afterwards, a notification message appeared on her UI, indicating that she had received a whisper from... None other than... Vance. It was a moment of shock, and relief, probably - she knew he was an old-timer, and he could very well be their trump card to discovering what actually had occurred there. C instinctively switched her camera view towards the Chaos Gate as per requested, and voila, there he was; standing atop a bridge a distance away from Wolf, Eir, and herself. Realizing that there must be a reason why he didn't approach the trio as of yet, C held back from openly shouting to greet him and opted for the more private whisper chat instead.
C: Trust me, I have no idea. I was about to ask you the same thing - I thought you'd know better.
She had sent it out so quickly she didn't even think about typing out her emoticons trademark, but at least she wasn't so quick to fail to perceive that the rain had suddenly poured more lightly around them. As much as she wished she would know the reason why, C had her limits. It was just impossible for her to figure out, but she could at least point it out for Eir and Wolf to hear. "Hey, you guys... Hasn't the rain gotten... Weaker?"
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down. Help me get my feet back on the ground.
Eir listened as the other female PC introduced themselves as 'C' a letter? Or maybe she just heard it wrong? Either way she'd find out eventually. Then it was explained how she could see C's information and she tried to do it herself sure enough she found what she was looking for and nodded. Okay. So that was fairly easy to do. No biggie really it was just the wavemaster was edgy.
Honestly around people she'd known for a while she could be quite the talkative person and cheerful too.
"Re-relax, Eir, relax. You're okay, you'll be okay. Just... Stick with me for now? I'm here alone, too, so it's nice to see another player here." The blonde nodded and kept hold of her stave before she shook her head. She needed to try not to get too upset about things, besides, she had a player here with her. She wasn't alone any more and that was a good thing. It meant she hadn't screwed up.
"Oh! Another player!"Eir jumped slightly turning to look at the new player Eir offered a small wave to them and then she looked down and away.
Awkwardness ahoy as she didn't do well with males or their company. The wavemaster tried to avoid looking at the male player.
"Hey, you guys... Hasn't the rain gotten... Weaker?" Now that it was mentioned. Yes it had. Slowly Eir tilted her head upwards and she frowned a little bit.
"I wonder why that is... The lightning seems to have slowed it's assault too..." Her voice was quiet timid but she did still make what she thought was a valid point.
TAGS: C @wolf Vance FiniraldiNPC|| WORDS: Not sure || NOTES: Well this is gonna be interesting.
As his eyes looked directly to the players, he forgot that his body was leaning off from the wall a bit. She pointed at him, and her action made Wolf startled, and finally, Wolf decided to reveal himself from the alley. "I guess your eyes are sharp" complimenting the Girl who was telling her friend about Wolf's presence. "C, is it? I think you're quite famous around the game. I hear your name often. " said Wolf after looking at her basic information.
The other girl was a bit shy, maybe? Wolf noticed her unusual manner, and avoid looking at him. Is there something wrong? asked Wolf with some suspicion. It's his duty as Game Master if some players wanted directions or clear instructions about the game/bugs. Wolf was too focus thinking, and forgot about the current situation he had. He regained his normal thoughts, after C mentioned about the weather. The rain was getting weaker, and the wet streets with some puddles indicating that the game was perfectly designed.
His eyes glared at the grey sky, and smell something unusual. He opened his GM database, and noticed that the rain in the area was dropping instantly. Something behind the scene caused this, that was his hypothesis.
Post by Vance Finiraldi on Oct 30, 2014 17:22:23 GMT -5
Vance's first message was, for the most part, rhetoric to get C to acknowledge that he was around without drawing attention from the other players that were there. He didn't expect her to know what was going on, really. And he could infer from her lack of knowledge that the others probably didn't know, either. Not unless a CC Corp exec or someone like that was lurking among them. His mic still muted, he quickly typed out his next response.
Vance Finiraldi: I know where we are, at least. And I'll spare you the wall-of-text lecture and tell you this much - this place should no longer exist, both in lore and out of it. It seems we're about to have the "honor" of being drawn into one of those incidents the company is known for.
He was speaking as if it hadn't happened to him before. It wasn't necessarily because he didn't trust her; he simply quite intent on not dragging people in these incidents any more than was necessary. If she found out that he had a measure of vested interest in what was going on in The World, then who knows how curious she'd be. For the entirety of their stay, he intended to keep everyone safe and feign ignorance, hoping that they ultimately would not learn a thing that would provoke further involvement.
The Crusader was asking for more than luck was probably willing to give him.
As he waited for either something to happen and a response from C, Vance finally became attentive of the rainfall that took over the entire field. 'Did Carmina Gadelica ever rain...?' He tilted his head up, peering slightly upward. The weather was unusual for this place. At least, back when it was a legitimate map. What was usually a clear, starry night sky was now deeply overcast, as if in preparation for a violent storm. Then came a flash of lightning and the rumbling of thunder. And as if those two things were the cue, something in the swordsman's head clicked.
They couldn't have possibly be sent here to witness that, out of all things, right?
Still, there was little possibility of him being wrong. Once he had started to grasp at the players' reasons for being there, Vance finally started to pay closer attention to the NPC's that were around them. Warriors and Wavemasters everywhere. Some gathered into groups. Others moving around in an organized fashion. This was the sight of a city that was about to engage in an epic battle to either fell some great foe or die trying.
He then managed to catch C's comment about the waning weather from afar. Indeed, her assessment was quite correct; the storm going on right now, for lack of a more poignant term, was complete weaksauce. It'd hardly cause collateral damage by the time it ran its course. What was Lanceor doing? If he was to destroy this city, as ordained by the game's lore, then he needed to do much better. A few beats of silence passed before he connected the dots to the overall oddity at hand. 'For fuck's sake... what, do you want us to instigate it or prevent it from ever happening in the first place?' At the moment, it was hard to tell. Whether they were to save or gently lead things to the way they were intended, it seemed that drawing out Lanceor from wherever he was hiding was in order.
Vance had wanted to meet Lanceor, and now he was getting his chance. What better way to do so than to encounter him during his deed of infamy?
He shot a glance toward C's direction; her group had amassed to three players so far. With great care, he sent another Whisper.
Vance Finiraldi: I don't know about that other guy, but that girl you're with looks pretty mousy. Be careful.
The implication of things to come, he hoped, should have been clear to her.
'Now to set the stage.'
Once again, he glanced over his immediate surroundings, moving a fair distance away from the organized crowds of NPC's just enough to where he would, hopefully, not be spotted by any them doing what he was about to do. Slipping his casting hand, now faintly glowing with power, behind his back just in case, he silently called forth a power that would most likely bring attention to and confuse the God of Thunder.
Thunderstorm (Target: Area, Lvl.requirement: N/A) Summon a thunderstorm to strike at enemies at random with lightning for over 5 posts.
By this point, Carmina's soldiers were not just ready for the god, they almost felt like calling out to him. The tension that had thickened among the ranks had begun to stiffen their soaked bodies. They'd rather be in the midst of raging battle than be kept waiting like this, so winded they were frightened by a little rainfall!
But finally, it was now.
Their eyes rolled skyward just as a huge lightning bolt split open the sky, followed by a healthy succession of more bolts. The wait was over. Everyone quickly settled into their positions as the sky drew darker and darker. Any time now....
Lanceor heard the storm's call just as it had began to brew in. He stretched his arm and reached out toward it. A bolt of lightning fell in his location at that moment, inexplicably caught between his fingers, looking like a huge spear of uncontrollable energy. Some of the soldiers that had been near fell away from the surge that blast off the impact, their eyes threatening to jump out of their sockets as they gawked at the man holding the bolt.
-LANCEOR: ... This craftsmanship....The density....The...shine...!
There was no denying it, after scrutinizing the energy bolt. This was his lightning bolt. Only...Something was inexplicably off. Lanceor became lost in thought for just a moment before suddenly striking the ground with the bolt, exploding the area underneath his feet. Soldiers shouted in alarm, but after the cloud of debris from the explosion settled down, he was no longer there.
-LANCEOR: ... It has gone faint again...But it's definitely around here.
A bolt of lightning fell from the darkened clouds right next to Eir, the shock of the blast possibly knocking her from her feet. There Lanceor stood, where the lightning had hit, basked in a warm, golden sheen, his wings furling behind his back.
-LANCEOR: ... Who has the audacity to *think* they can imitate my work?
He growled, his eyes falling upon Eir, who just happened to be the one closest to him at the time. But he couldn't really tell who it was that had made the storm. The perpetrator had hidden his 'aura' quickly after. Still, he took hold of Eir by her shoulders...shook her suddenly....
-LANCEOR: ... It's not mine! Do not believe that flimsy storm could ever be the work of Lanceor, do you understand?
A miniature lightning bolt suddenly sparked into life in his hand. He shoved it at her.
-LANCEOR: Now this...! THIS is a true force of nature! Just look at the shine~ The intensity~
His eyes darted from one player to the other with an expectant look, as if he were trying to convince them. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, the godly force of his grip was actually crushing Eir's shoulders.
Awwhh, Eir really was too sweet and adorable to be getting stuck at the weird corner of the game when she really was just a new player. At that point, she really only wanted to give the meeky Wavemaster a hug of encouragement. Talk about tough luck; but it really seemed like luck played way too huge a part in 'The World.'
The man whose presence was made known earlier had also come out of his hiding spot and showed himself clearly. Eir seemed to grow quiet as soon as he joined in the conversation, but knowing Eir so far, the behavior wasn't all that strange to C. After all, only showing up after she had spotted him out instead of properly approaching the two girls seemed a little suspicious. If her real-life face could be seen, they would see a faint smug smirk forming on her lips right now, but it all quickly faded as Wolf stated that he had heard of her PC name around the game? "Ehhh, I don't think you've got the right person. Maybe you mistook me for some other names?" C politely questioned Wolf. She liked to believe and took pride at the fact that she was just another of your plain Janes in the game. She hadn't exactly made her name famed in all honesty, and she hadn't put in as much effort as some other players had in order to gain online popularity. If there was any effort that she did put in at all, it was all done in order to remain an ordinary player. She had a set of personal reasons to continue playing the game, true; but to be virtually known was definitely not one of them. Wolf's statement had just successfully made her put up her guard around him. C just hoped he wouldn't catch up to it soon.
Another whisper notification popped up on her screen before long. This time, Vance's reply that vaguely resembled a mini wall of text despite his subtle denial of the fact, especially when viewed on the considerably small chatbox to monitor size ratio, arrived. He mentioned that he knew where they were! As expected of Vance. But what came next was a shock to C. A word stood out to her: Incidents. So all the unexplainable things weren't simply glitches? The anomalies weren't just reaction errors from abrupt data clashes? The rumors about these 'incidents'... Weren't totally false?
The feeling she had right about then was so similar to having someone punch her soul out of her body that it immediately grew cold. It wasn't her heart that sunk, and it wasn't her blood that froze and clogged her arteries. She legit felt like life in all of its purest definition had just left her physical existence behind. How was she going to break the news to the innocent Eir and Wolf? Well - to Eir, at least; she wasn't quite sure if Wolf would know about this yet. C: Waaaaait, hold on, buddy, wait wait wait. Aren't those so-called incidents just... You know... Rumors? Urban legends and such? ...What's going to happen to us?
She sent out a reply as quickly as she could manage, hoping that his answer would prove her assumptions wrong because damn, that would help a lot right now.
At Eir's mention about the gradual decrease of the lightning strikes' frequency, C nodded in acknowledgment. With weakening rainfall, came the weakening thunder; and also Vance's continuation of his whisper. All hope was abandoned when she skimmed through his message. Be careful. As much as she knew about how serious he could get, all of the planet's seriousness times a hundred Vances wasn't going to be enough to describe how much of it was stuffed into that one short phrase she had just read.
"Gee, thanks for making me feel better." She intelligibly muttered in protest of his warning, but that didn't mean she was just going to ignore it. Bracing herself for any possible impact that could happen now, a sudden thunderstorm hit the area where the trio were standing at. Though expectant, the fierce rumbling roars of thunder and the sudden flashing and landing of lightning bolts still caught C by surprise that she shrieked, then stumbled herself a short distance away from the rest of the group in order to avoid getting hit by possible stray bolts as she covered her ears with her hands.
The booming noises of the bolts hitting the ground drummed themselves into C's ears in succession of one after another; so much so that one single blow-up which came much later - and much louder - didn't invite her suspicions. Still, what the heck? She didn't recall ever signing up for this unfortunate incident. "Urghh..." Just as she was about to check up on Eir and Wolf who had also been subjected to the danger of getting thunder-fried, C gazed upon a nightmare.
A most terrible, highly unexpected terrorizing nightmare in the form of a winged-man basked in glowing golden luster, irritation decorating his grumpy facial features... With Eir situated at a coordinate that was waaayyy too close for comfort to him. She wanted to do something, whatever, quick; because her instincts told her that he was bad news. But the winged-man moved as fast as lightning itself and grabbed hold of Eir's shoulder before anyone - not her, not Wolf, and obviously not Vance - could do anything about it. And a psycho-looking guy was never the kind of guys you would want to associate yourself with.
"Eir!" C cried, desperately trying to call out to the Wavemaster, but she was afraid that her voice had fallen on deaf ears. The next thing she saw was the same golden spark materializing on his hand as he lifted his own spirits up by praising his creation. Wait a minute... This guy created thunder bolts out of nowhere? Who... And what the heck was he?
Her train of thoughts was broken when she noticed Eir's health bar decreasing at a rapid pace from observation. She wasn't sure what the cause was exactly; whether it was the winged-man's overflowing effect of his bolt, his roaring voice to Eir's eardrums, his scary face to Eir's eyes, or his special attack of some sort, the only concrete conclusion that C could have come up with was it had to be this man causing it. Eir was the only one out of the group that he had made direct in-game physical contact with, and Wolf as well as herself seemed to be doing just fine at the moment.
Without further ado, C rocket launched herself towards the blonde female PC and summoned her weapon before tossing a warning punch at this suspicious male avatar. Though she had always been the type who would think before she acted, this situation had called for her to prioritize brawn before brains.
She didn't even care if her hit hadn't damaged him at this point as long as she could get him away from Eir. She couldn't care less about how shiny or intense his lightning was.
She was the one telling her to calm down earlier, but she had left Eir to suffer the damage as a result of her carelessness. If Wolf hadn't already moved, C hoped he would join in on the rescue effort or do something; maybe punch him, tug at his hair, talk to him. Anything, really, in order to shed some light into this one big confusion that was happening. And it would be an extreme blessing to have Vance here, too.
'Stop sending those depressing whisper chats and do something, Casanova!' she chattered in her mind. 'There's a pretty, blonde damsel here who needs saving right now!'
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down. Help me get my feet back on the ground.
The blonde guy noticed how she was acting. Wonderful. He couldn't just ignore that or anything. Nope and so now she was even more awkward than before.
"Is there something wrong?" She shook her head rapidly. Nope. Nothing wrong. Just some random guy talking to her that made her extremely uncomfortable.
Then things took a turn for the worse. Everything escalated far too quickly for her to process it properly and get out the way. Before she realized what was going on she was knocked off her feet and saw on the ground for a moment before she slowly stood. Lightning almost hit her just now but she didn't cry, she didn't complain she just stood and stared where it hit the ground both in shock and awe. How the hell did that not hit her? And why was there a male stood where it hit? Wait. Was he the cause of the lightning storm that was waning?
That was the only thing she could really think of.
The man growled and his gaze fell on her, in real life the color drained from her face. She was in trouble wasn't she? Hands fell on her shoulders and she jumped. Closing her eyes a little as she tensed and prepared to probably be PK'd already.
"It's not mine! Do not believe that flimsy storm could ever be the work of Lanceor, do you understand?" Lanceor. If she remembered right that was a God of some form? A little like how her game name was Eir to represent a healer? But wait was this a player acting up or an actual NPC? Either way she just nodded to show she understood quite clearly what he was saying to her.
A lightning bolt and she flinched.
"Now this...! THIS is a true force of nature! Just look at the shine~ The intensity~" His grip was crushing her shoulder. She winced a little watching her HP bar drop.
"I understand." Apparently this guy was an NPC because she was far below the lvl to be PK'd meaning he had to be an NPC and she was now in the middle of a story or something.
"Lanceor... You're hurting me. If that's your intention then that's fine but if it's not, well, I guess I'd just let you know firs-" She wasn't afraid but then she saw C jump in to action. A smile crossed Eir's face.
What exactly could she do to stop this guy from killing her? She wanted to tell him that they knew it's not his. That he'd told them so but his storm if that was indeed his storm was kinga lame. It wasn't going to instill fear in anyone or respect if he was too busy doing this to her or trying to convince her and the other two people in the immediate area that this work wasn't his. If he wanted to show people what his work is really like? He needed to do something. Show them what his lightning was really like.
She just didn't have the tenacity to tell him so. Hopefully someone else would in her stead.
TAGS: C @wolf Vance FiniraldiNPC|| WORDS: Not sure || NOTES: Well this is gonna be interesting.
Post by Vance Finiraldi on Nov 6, 2014 20:06:16 GMT -5
It didn't take long for Vance's storm to overtake the meager rainfall that gently washed over the city before. He had only created one a couple of times before, so he wasn't quite used to using it. Nor was he was expecting to create some city-destroying force, but that wasn't his intention, anyway. At the very least, his was a much more of a dangerous presence, crashing lightning bolts down to the city streets and sending the entire city to full alert once more.
As for its primary purpose, though? Well, he got just what he was hoping for.
Lanceor's infuriated protests over Vance's "imitation" storm could be heard even from where the latter was standing. And once he heard those words, the Crusader turned and finally saw, albeit barely through the downpour, the figure of the being whose very essence was now part of his character data. For a moment, Vance felt... a sort of familiarity...? Staring at his visage.
'No. No no no no no! Shut UP!' thought Vance, chastising himself for even letting his mind drift that far from the reality of the situation. Just because Lanceor presently resided within the player character known as Vance Finiraldi, it did not mean they were connected to such an intimate degree. He must have been losing more sleep lately than he thought.
As he pushed the last vestiges of such ludicrous thoughts aside, Vance jolted forward a few steps in alarm as the situation between C's ragtag group and the Lanceor of the Past escalated itself into a rather undesirable scenario. It was clear that the God of Thunder was now attacking people indiscriminately for Vance's intentional offense, the lambish girl in particular, who was rather unfortunate to be the one closest to Lanceor when he teleported near and was now having the force of an entire bolt of lightning shoved into her body to shock her and prove his dominance.
Since Vance didn't yet know if the players here would be feeling the same kind of pain he felt back in New Fort Ouph, this, obviously, was rather worrisome. Pangs of guilt and panic hit his heart; he didn't want any other players going through that sort of experience. He initially planned keeping his cards hidden until the most opportune moment, but there was no way he could do that now, without potentially sacrificing the safety of the others. Uttering a curse underneath his breath, Vance put to use a skill he had been putting to practice as he learned basic control of the Thunder God's powers, and disappeared in a flash as the crackle and boom of the storm echoed throughout the field.
Storm Stepping (passive)(Target: Unit, Lvl.requirement: 15) Once Thunderstorm is in place, instantly move to any spot a lightning has hit to easily cover ground.
A bolt of lightning struck the ground about a dozen feet behind Lanceor, and in its wake reappeared Vance, who called the god out on his most recent rant. "I don't want to hear anyone critiquing my storms when their own most recent handiwork isn't even enough to give these buildings here a good wash!"
As C made her attempt at freeing her female companion -- Vance was being careful about jeopardizing her efforts with his own -- another bolt fell, this time directly upon him as he made his gradual, cautious approach with his now drawn weapon. But instead of injuring him, the lightning actually seemed to... empower him.
Gather (Target: Self, Lvl.requirement: N/A) Once Thunderstorm is in place, absorbs lightning into the body and imbues all attacks with lightning element until thunderstorm is over.