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Post by granxgran on Nov 15, 2016 15:02:48 GMT -6
Gran twitched her nose to the side, casually blowing air out of it. She was sitting on the bench nearby the little girl who was giving out a quest. She was relatively calm, considering all of the things that had happened. He looked up at the next floor and smiled. She'd waited for all of those insane try hards to go rushing off to the next few areas. She would let them get far ahead and burn themselves out. Foolish little children didn't understand that this wasn't about rushing through the floors. They needed to take their time.
She eased through the menu and sent out a quest beacon for whomever was still in this starting town. She knew she wasn't going to get one of those players who pushed themselves too hard, but she was still worried that she'd get some person who hesitated and would get themselves killed at the first sign of combat. She'd cross that bridge when she reached it, though. For now, she would just enjoy the nice afternoon and let the sun warm her aching bones. Except, her bones didn't ache.
Her bones didn't ache at all, and it made her happy. No arthritis. No deteriorating lungs. It was like she'd been given an entirely new body. A second chance. She'd enjoyed it way too much for the first couple of hours. And then that arrogant little snot Kayaba had go and ruin it with his God complex. She sighed and wondered how his mother would have reacted to all of this. She knew that she, personally, would have whooped his ungrateful little ass.
She was about to start taking a nap in the warm sunlight when she heard footsteps. She looked down from the sky and smiled warmly. To the other players, she looked like an old woman had somehow managed to fall into a Nervegear and was accidentally transported to this world. If it weren't for the quest beacon, she would've been easily mistaken as another NPC. It had already happened several times.
"Hello," she announced, "Would you care to join me in finding a little child's kites?" Leviathan
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Post by Leviathan on Nov 15, 2016 18:22:09 GMT -6
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eviathan had gone back to the town of beginnings after doing a swathe of different F-rank quests. Much to his surprise, he found that, despite his hard work, he still needed more col and more stats before some of the E-rank quests, which were significantly harder. And so, he'd returned to pick up more quests. The town was the same as ever - busy, bustling, and the sound of metalwork resounded throughout the area.[break][break] The flaming-haired male spotted a player beacon and with an eager smile, followed it to an old lady. He was surprised, of course - had she wound up stuck in SAO by accident? It was unfortunate, but he supposed that she'd have to simply deal with it. He gave her a friendly wave as he jogged up to her. When he was closer, he could see the wrinkles around her face, and the eyepatch that she bore. His own hand went up to his eyepatch - he remembered that moment of his past distinctly. He wondered how this Granny had lost her eye.[break][break] "Yeah, sure, Granny!" he said cheerfully, not bothering to push aside the fact that she was old. "I mean, I guess you can't climb all those trees, huh?" It was just like Leviathan to be untactful.[break][break] "By the way, that's a cool eyepatch," he said breezily, cocking his head to one side. "It's got style, Obaa-san."[attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#ffa500[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#ffd000;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#ffd000[/newclass]
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Post by granxgran on Nov 15, 2016 19:07:44 GMT -6
Gran looked at the adventurer long and hard. Red hair. Eye patch. An insufferable air about him. Something told Gran that this kid needed to make friends with everyone, and that a lot of people hated that. She laughed. She was going to get along great with this kid. She hopped up deftly off the bench, almost a little too smoothly for what it looked like she could do. She shot an almost evil grin at the red head, "Granny is a bit long, you little punk. Just call me Gran."
She stretched her arms above her head and smiled a little less impishly this time, "What's that? You think I can't climb these trees? You're adorable, you know that? I could probably climb these trees better than you."
"Oh, this?" Gran touched her eyepatch tenderly, smiling, "I like to appreciate its functionality more than how stylish it is. Although it is very stylish. Now then, young man. Join my party and let's get this shit over with."
She worked through the menu like only a veteran gamer could, almost instantly sending the kid an invite. She looked up at him and squinted, a dark scowl forming on her face. A scowl that made children wet themselves. A shadow of doom, looming over her body as if ready to destroy whomever she dared to look at, "You haven't told me your name yet." Leviathan
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Post by Leviathan on Nov 15, 2016 20:39:42 GMT -6
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eviathan's smile was sheepish as the older lady scolded him, telling him to call her Gran. Well, he hadn't been very far off in calling her Granny - it was simply one syllable longer. But he shrugged and replied, "Okay, Gran."[break][break] She hopped off the bench she was on with more finesse than he'd expected. Levi's eyes widened slightly. So, this is what virtual reality could do...[break][break] "Ahaha, OK, Gran, if you say so," he chuckled, albeit a little skeptically. He was, however, warming up to the old lady's attitude. Suddenly, a party invite appeared and he clicked accept, though with some surprise at her language. He hadn't expected this old woman to be quite so coarse.[break][break] And suddenly, he felt a chill on his spine as the lady gave him a terrifying look. He gulped. "Ah, I'm Leviathan," he replied hastily. "Levi for short."[attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#ffa500[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#ffd000;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#ffd000[/newclass]
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Post by granxgran on Nov 16, 2016 4:42:33 GMT -6
Gran cocked her head and smiled at Levi, terrifying shadow on her face dispelled. She still had it. She punched him lightly in the arm and chortled to herself. It had been a good long while since she'd been able to scare some noobs with her face like that. She was pleased. With a tilt of her head, she popped her neck and stretched a bit. Nodding to herself she pointed to the tree that was next to her bench. She raised a eyebrow at Levi coyly, "I'll betcha 20 col that a kite will materialise in that tree the moment we accept this quest properly."
She smiled. She knew a lot about games, surprisingly. It was customary for a fetch quest to have the first item spawn near the quest giver, so that little idiots would know what to look for. She casually strolled over to the little girl and activated her dialogue. Gran stood patiently with her hands crossed, a kind smile on her face as she listened to the little NPC prattle on about her friends constantly losing kites. Gran nodded along, as if the NPC cared how she reacted. She smiled and agreed to the quest and shot a look to the tree. She squinted maliciously at it, willing a kite to materialise. She sighed as it didn't.
She was about to turn back to the kid when a kite floated down from the sky and settled in the tree. She grinned maliciously and turned her head to Levi, "Well, it didn't materialise, so I won't make you pay up." Leviathan
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Post by Leviathan on Nov 16, 2016 15:02:09 GMT -6
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evi's shoulders loosened as the terrifying look on Gran's face passed. Heck, he hadn't even realized that he'd tensed up. For a split second, he wondered whether this was what a grandmother was like - his grandparents had passed before he was old enough to recognize them, and so he'd not really had a grandparent figure in his life.[break][break] "I'm not betting 20 col. Mainly because I'm broke." He glanced at the tree as he too, finished the NPC dialogue and noticed that the kite hadn't materialized. He gave Gran an odd look. "It's not there..." he trailed off as the kite floated down from seeing thin air and landed in the tree's branches. "Never mind," he muttered to himself as he turned, walking towards the tree. At least Gran hadn't tried to claim that 20 col from him. As much as he enjoyed bets, he knew it would be stupid to bet with the non-existent money he didn't have.[break][break] "Maybe you're able to climb trees, but I doubt you could reach that," he said matter-of-factly. Even for him, with his tall frame, found the kite nearly too high to reach. But from doing this same quest, he knew that there was a string that dangled down that he could reach. His fingers fiddled with the string before he managed to clamp a hand down and pull down the kite with all of its multicolored frills.[break][break] "Well, that's one down," he said with a grin.[break][break][break] 1/5 KITES[attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#ffa500[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#ffd000;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#ffd000[/newclass]
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Post by granxgran on Nov 16, 2016 16:27:56 GMT -6
Gran snickered at the kid. Broke, huh? Well then, this quest would be good for him. She shrugged and started walking as he grabbed the kite down from the tree, "Well, if it's that easy for you to get all the kites, maybe I won't have to strain myself."
"Can you believe your the first kid to actually stop and help me?" she sniggered and shook her head in disdain, "Must be something about grandma playing video games. Little shits don't know that I'd wreck their asses in combat, though."
She almost trotted forward with the amount of pep she had in her step. She hadn't moved around too much in the game yet, but she was excited to see if everything worked again. She saw a kite string dangling from a stack of boxes and grinned, darting over to the make shift staircase that lead up to the kite. She hopped box after box deftly, reaching the top of the stack in seconds. She smiled warmly at the solid blue kite before grabbing it and stuffing it into her inventory.
"Back in my day," she jested at Levi as she climbed back down to the ground, "Starter quests were a lot more difficult." Leviathan
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Post by Leviathan on Nov 16, 2016 19:05:32 GMT -6
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smile lighted on Leviathan's face as the kite appeared in his inventory, dissolving in his hands as it disappeared. "Haha, weren't you just boasting about your nimbleness earlier?" he snickered. He was, however, surprised that he was the first one to approach the old lady.[break][break] In response to her comment, he shrugged. "Maybe," he said dubiously. Wreck their asses in combat? She was one helluva grandma, that was for certain. But he hadn't seen her in action, and he'd judge her abilities once she'd displayed them.[break][break] And the white-haired lady soon proved herself. Levi spotted the kite the same moment she did, but Gran, surprisingly, was quicker. He watched, eyes wide as the old crone, with surprising agility, made it to the top of the pile of boxes and grabbed a kite.[break][break] "Hah, you must be one hell of a gamer Gran!" he chortled. She was a character unlike any he'd ever met. That, and the feeling of being treated equally - and not respected because of money or power or anything - was refreshing. Slowly, Levi realized that perhaps Gran might be what was called a friend.[break][break] And not a fake one, either. A real one.[break][break] "Ah! There's another one," Levi said, pointing out a kite that was stuck in the bushes. He leaned down and grabbed the bright red kite, tugging lightly to get it free.[break][break] "Two more to go," Levi said with a grin.[break][break] Lost Kites Quest[attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#ffa500[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#ffd000;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#ffd000[/newclass]
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Post by granxgran on Nov 17, 2016 3:50:56 GMT -6
Gran snickered at the kid and waved her hand in front of her face, as if shooing a fly, "Gamer Gran? No, dearie, I was never very good at playing games. This is just how I use to move in the real world. I guess it translated over nicely, huh?"
She neglected to mention that she hadn't been able to move like this in about 20 years, and decided to keep it that way. Kids like this one wouldn't understand what it meant to lose pieces of yourself in war. She brought her eye to look at his eyepatch and she frowned. She wondered exactly how he'd lost his eye. Suddenly, her eyepatch felt a lot heavier and she was then wondering if he was using his to help casually bring a missing eye back into focus. It had been an issue when she first joined, that her right eye couldn't quite focus because she hadn't used it in so long. She had bought an eye patch and was currently forcing herself to take it off for certain periods of the day. She was almost certain that it was all in her head that her eye couldn't take in light properly yet, but then she remembered that basically this entire game was in her head.
"Alright," Gran glared at Levi for a moment before softening her expression into a calm smile, "Tell me, dearie, how did you lose your vision? If you tell me, I might tell you. I know you're curious."
She continued walking and looking around for a kite. There might've been one that she missed because she was so short, but she wasn't ready to admit this as a factor. Leviathan
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Post by Leviathan on Nov 17, 2016 10:34:31 GMT -6
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eviathan didn't quite believe her when she said she could move like this in the real world. He was fairly certain that no old crones could move with that kind of agile speed. More often than not, they were bent over, hobbling along, complaining about joint pain or the like. But fit as a fiddle? Unheard of.[break][break] "Haha, fine, Gran," he said in response. It was obvious he didn't believe her, and it translated well in his answer.[break][break] His curiosity piqued when Gran asked him about his eye. Indeed, he'd been wondering how Gran had lost hers. Had it been in much the same way he had? Levi had no qualms about telling his story, although more often than not, he left out gaping chunks.[break][break] "Oh, this?" he said, a finger tracing the edge of his eyepatch. "Car accident. It was...it was pretty brutal."[break][break] He didn't mention that the accident had happened because someone had target him. Nor that it was due to his parents. All Gran needed to know was that he no longer had an eye, and in-game, that eye was also gone. The optical nerves had been damaged beyond repair and had been cut off from his brain, rendering the eye useless.[break][break] Depth perception had been a problem only after the accident. Having lived without an eye for so long, he'd long since learned to compensate, although he knew that it still served as a blindspot.[break][break] Levi tilted his head. "And you, Gran? How'd you lose yours?"[break][break] The red-haired player grinned when he saw another kite, this one hanging from a shop rooftop. "I'll get that one," he said, hopping on top of a barrel to gain some extra height. His fingers closed around the kite and it appeared in his inventory with a small 'ding'.[break][break] "One more to go!" he exclaimed excitedly. He hopped down to listen to Gran's story, face etched with intrigue. [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#ffa500[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#ffd000;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#ffd000[/newclass]
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Post by granxgran on Nov 17, 2016 11:02:02 GMT -6
Gran smiled much more warmly than she had before when he told her. She could see it by the look in his eye. He definitely had a lot more behind that story. She only nodded and shrugged a bit, "An accident, huh? Yeah, those tend to be brutal."
She raised her eyebrow at him in thought as he asked her about her own eye. She paused for a moment as he jumped to retrieve another kite. How would she go about telling her story this time? She recalled the event with a scowl on her face. She shook her head and looked up to Levi as he walked back to her. She gave him an evil smile. She knew exactly how to tell him now.
"I lost it in the war," she started matter-of-factly, face showing her emotions at recalling the tragedy, "More specifically, I was on a mission to assassinate a crooked ambassador. Russian, I think, but those details are unimportant. I was posted up in a building down the street from where his convoy was supposed to be rolling through. Commander had given me a brand new rifle, and this mission was going to be its first."
She hummed a bit and started walking again, letting him look for the last kite. She continued on her story as they walked, "Well, apparently, someone had managed to leak info on the op. Even knew where my post was. I was looking at his car pulling into a street corner. I got lazy, I suppose. As soon as I went to gauge my shot, BAM! Suddenly, there was a knife in my eye!"
She pointed to her eye patch in a show of flare. She was leaving out a few details, of course. She considered telling the rest of the story, but decided against it. It was, after all, how she'd lost her eye. She chortled a bit. Leviathan
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Post by Leviathan on Nov 17, 2016 11:18:50 GMT -6
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eviathan nodded somberly as he heard the slight edge of pity and warmth in Gran's voice. He didn't need pity nor did he want it, but he'd gotten the same reaction over the entire course of his life, and so he'd gotten used to it.[break][break] He tilted his head as he listened to Gran's war story, eyes wide with amazement. She'd been doing operations like that? He grinned. Damn, she was one hard-core granny. He wasn't so sure he believed the part about a knife in the eye, seeing as that would probably have damaged more than just her eyeball, but he let it slide. It was an intriguing story, and Levi was hooked.[break][break] "Damn, Gran. That's some hard-core war story." he gazed around, looking for the kite, but found none. He frowned. Where was the last one? "How'd they manage to throw a knife in your eye?" Assuming that he was correct in his guess that Gran had probably taken a vantage point that was above ground, and that the knife in the eye was a result of someone spotting her from below. He could be wrong, of course.[break][break] Anyway, the story was better than his sob version of being in a bad car accident. [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#ffa500[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#ffd000;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#ffd000[/newclass]
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Post by granxgran on Nov 17, 2016 11:44:05 GMT -6
Gran sniggered at the kid, pointing her finger at him, "When did you hear me say anything about someone throwing a knife?"
She recalled the incident much more than she had before, but she had stopped walking entirely, finger moving from pointing at Levi to point at her eye, "Bitch came into the room with me. Stabbed me, as it were. Snuck up behind me. Pricked me good! She wasn't too fast, though, that sly shit. The moment I saw that shadow in front of me, I tried to move real quick. But, well . . ."
She moved her finger to touch the side of her head, tilting her head for Levi to get a good look at. To the right of her eyepatch, on the skin between cheekbone and mouth, there was a slightly disfiguring scar. It wasn't that prominent, but it certainly looked devastating when you could see it. She snarled a bit, "Knife went in sideways and came out there. If I'd moved a split second later, damn thing would've gone in my brain instead."
She was telling the truth. Mostly. She had known the assailant was there, but hadn't expect her best friend to actually do something. With a sigh, Gran shrugged at Levi. It was a story that she'd told a million times, and after a while she'd lost some of the more important details to time. Leviathan
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Post by Leviathan on Nov 17, 2016 11:57:01 GMT -6
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evi reddened as he realized that he'd guessed wrong. Gran quickly began to explain that little tidbit, and Levi listened, enraptured. Heck, he'd never had adventures like this. He'd been surprisingly sheltered as a youngster, and it was only during his times of rebellion that he'd done anything interesting. Like a tattoo, for example. Or going to the bar underage. But those seemed so insignificant in the face of a war story.[break][break] "Damn," Levi admitted, giving a low whistle. "At least you escaped." And that scar was impressive. He couldn't believe just how much pain that must have caused. [break][break] "Maybe you should teach me some of your epic moves sometime, Gran," Levi noted. If he could learn some tricks from the old woman, perhaps he'd be able to use them in later endeavors. [break][break] His eye spotted the last and final kite. This one was stuck in between two boxes, with only the tail sticking out to be viewed. He pointed it out as it was closer to Gran. "You wanna grab that one?" he asked politely. Not that he was being lazy - just that he'd gotten quite a few of the kites.[break][break] [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#ffa500[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#ffd000;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#ffd000[/newclass]
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Post by granxgran on Nov 17, 2016 12:35:56 GMT -6
Gran chortled a bit at the kid's response, "Escaped? Oh no, punk. I won."
Her face was bright, but her voice sounded sinister. She recalled how she killed the attacker, knife hanging from one eye. She visibly shuddered at the thought and shook her head. The past held a lot of demons for her, and she wasn't wanting to dig them up any time soon. She sighed and went to start walking again. And then she stopped and shot a look at Levi, eyebrows raised in cruel surprise, "You want me to teach you my epic moves?"
She walked around Levi, looking him up and down. She wasn't seriously thinking of training him in any of the things she'd learned, but she figured she'd give the kid the benefit of the doubt. She grinned wickedly at him and stopped behind him. Balling up her fist, she launched it at him. She hadn't quite been aiming for it, but she hit him firmly in the buttcheek. She rolled with it.
"Don't let your enemies behind you!" she chortled, waving away the notification of there being no PvP in a safe zone, "You're pretty ridiculous, you know that? Most of the things I know from the real world don't translate well here."
She laughed a bit harder than she should have and kept walking. Of course, she had no idea how well her real world capabilities would transfer over. She hadn't even fought anyone yet. She looked back at Levi and nodded, skipping after the kite. She got it easily and returned to Levi.
"Now all we gotta do is return these things, right?" Leviathan
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