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Post by TIECOON on Nov 7, 2016 21:10:11 GMT -6
[attr="class","pricklebear"] | 100/100 HP | STR 0 | DEX 0 | CON 0 |
 Usually when she was doing her work, it was with a pencil and a pair of glasses on her face. But now that she had 20/20 vision inside the game, she didn't need the glasses, and so far she hadn't found a pencil or pad of paper. So, she just simply had her menu open in front of her face, as she was recording notes inside of it by motioning across the keyboard in front of her face. She was leaning back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, and a neutral smile across her face. Would she even bother going to the outside? Her and Saint were rather alone in the game, as far as she knew. She didn't think the other guild members were in the game just yet, and if they were, they'd be hard to track down. She'd have to go out to gather materials eventually, unless Saint could just bring her back some materials. That posed the other issue. With the panic that was occurring, she had to find the ones that were brave enough to actually level, and fast. If she could get at least a few regular clients, she could start building up the Knife of Day Empire quickly, and while she could never guarantee a monopoly, she could certainly have a regular service. But the advertisement campaign would have to be empathetic. She'd have to market herself as someone who desperately wanted to escape the game and merely wanted to help. She scanned the inn for a willing target. Time to start a bit of conversation.
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Post by KIERA on Nov 8, 2016 12:07:17 GMT -6
[nospaces] [break] you can't see all the things I take The Inn was so busy right now, it's not even funny. [break][break] Kiera was shifting from foot to foot, an annoyed look on her face. The crowd was making it hard to find her brother, due to how short she was, so she just gave up, and started to move to the side. That and she was trying to shake off a few people - people that recognized her for who she was. Not that she didn't like her fame - in fact, it was the proof that she was better then most - but it was annoying because they didn't seem to do anything but screech and blubber at her. They were trapped in here, a life and death game, and yet these people tried to pretend it was all normal, that their vapid heads had no worries or troubles. [break][break] What rubbish. [break][break] She was eventually pushed enough to be near some of the tables, and she spotted a face - or was it the name? - that made her think of someone. Frowning, she stared to elbow her way to the pink haired lady. ''Yo, do I know you from somewhere?'' she said, without even a hello or any other preambling conversation. Straight to the point, that's how she was. Tilting her head to the side, she let out a breath, because she knew her brother was getting closer. He always was like that, honestly, popping up at the worst times - or the times she finally didn't look for him and there he was like a weed - and never when he's needed. Friggin' bastard. [break][break] So for now, she waited for an answer - and for her brother to hurry the fuck up and get over here before she decided to suplex him hard. [break][break] PAXILON, TIECOON[googlefont="Muli|Pavanam"]
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Post by PAXILON on Nov 8, 2016 18:59:54 GMT -6
Pax held the two tankards of what he assumed was some kind of ale-type brew in one hand, with a plate of some strange food that resembled onion rings in the other hand. He shoved his way through the crowd with relative ease. He already had a higher DEX and STR stat than most players, which he had found (quite to his delight) actually made him stronger in game. A few elbows shoved people out of his way, and a few maneuvers allowed him through. He stood in the spot where he was sure he had left his sister. She wasn't there.
"That little snipe," he muttered to himself, glancing around the inn. She had this nasty habit of always disappearing when he didn't need her to. Always getting into trouble when he wasn't ready for it.
He spotted her a little ways away, looking like she was interrogating someone sitting at a table. He scowled inwardly at the thought of his sister finding another player to help already. She may have seemed abrasive and rude, but she certainly had a habit of helping people in need. He began forcing his way over to Kiera with less than gentle grace. He put a disapproving look on his face to convey that he wasn't pleased with her moving positions and ruining his perfectly navigated adventure.
"Running away from a man giving you food is improper manners, you know."
He looked at the lady Kiera had been staring at and sighed, placing the plate of food on the table. He knew where this was going. His sister had found a new target, and this lady had the look of someone who wanted to use a lot of words. He had no qualms with either of these things, but he was hungry. He pulled the seat of from the table and plopped down in it, placing both mugs of ale on the other side of his plate.
"I don't mean to be rude, but I get the feeling we're about to talk more than we should, so I'm going to go ahead and get comfy. I'm Paxilon, by the way," he smiled kindly and then proceeded to begin devouring his meal like a starved, feral dog. KIERA TIECOON
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Post by SUZAKU on Nov 10, 2016 16:25:43 GMT -6
[attr="class","pricklebear"] | 100/100 HP | STR 0 | DEX 0 | CON 0 |
Suzaku sat off in the corner of the inn with her legs crossed and gaze turned to the commotion outside. If she could just get her thoughts together then everything would fall into place. She wanted to be a crafter and interact with the people in the game via trade. Fighting wasn't her style and even if she could dedicate her time to figuring out a build which would keep her alive, it would be futile. There were other people in the game far more equipped than herself to handle the fighting. If she could give them the tools that they needed then it would be a means to an end. People would die. People would live but it was all the same. Give them weapons, kiss them goodbye, and hope that they come back alive. Lifting the mug to her lips, she took a long sip and then sighed. This had to be easier. Crafting was going to be a chore in itself especially if other players opened up stores. She'd have to compete with them somehow. Lower prices, increase stock, expand her skills. It was all tedious work but would be alright in the end if she had various amounts of players indebted to her for her services. More of a pipe dream.She heard people talking and glanced up at the sound of familiar voices. " Paxilon," she asked. " Kiera, what are you two doing here?" It seemed as though they made a friend as well. " Hello."
PAXILON KIERA TIECOON[newclass=.pricklebear]background-color:#fff;height:auto;width:450px;margin: 0 auto;box-shadow: 1px 1px 2px 1px #c0c0c0;border: 10px solid #f9f9f9;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;padding:24px;text-align:justify;[/newclass]
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Post by TIECOON on Nov 14, 2016 13:05:16 GMT -6
[attr="class","pricklebear"] | 100/100 HP | STR 0 | DEX 0 | CON 0 |
What was even happening? She was supposed to be scoping out people, not having people come to her. She couldn't complain though. Already there were three people crowded around her. She put a coy smile on her face and flicked her hair back, staring at the three of them. "Wow, I sure am popular today." Her soothing tones crooned as she straightened a bit in her chair. She closed her menu and folded her hands in front of her, straightening in her chair. "Don't worry about being rude, dear. It's better for players to stick together, we can't afford to be introverts and cliques at the moment." She glanced around at the three of them and eyed them up critically. None of them had made any substantial strides and had geared themselves up. They were probably just as scared as the rest of the game to go outside the city. She looked first at Kiera. "Unless you're one of the guild members of Knife of Day, likely not." She peered at the three of them. "Which, admittedly, all of the guild members have seen my picture on our guild forums, but I haven't seen many of theirs... none of you are from the guild Knife of Day, right?" She extended her hand. "I'm Tiecoon, and until we're able to make guilds, I'm their unofficial treasurer."
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