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SPARRING [OPEN] Nov 17, 2016 23:22:51 GMT -6 Leviathan, Night, and 1 more like this

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Post by SAINT on Nov 17, 2016 23:22:51 GMT -6

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SAINT

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aint rolled her shoulders as she stood in Tolbana Square. Above her heard, a flashing sign could be seen. It was a party beacon for folks to see and read. It read 'Combat Training'. The words hung above her head and were visible on maps of those in the area.
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Saint crossed her arms as she shifted from one foot to another. She had decided to do this to help protect other players. After a conversation with Tiecoon, Saint had become set on making sure people didn't die. Soon, guilds would become available, and even though this was a life or death game, she knew bad things were going to happen.
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She was going to do her best to make sure everyone who came her way would have a chance in combat. Saint glanced up to the sky quietly. She couldn't believe the sky could be so nice to look at in such a terrible game...[break][break]

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SPARRING [OPEN] Nov 18, 2016 0:26:39 GMT -6

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Post by KIKI on Nov 18, 2016 0:26:39 GMT -6

After finishing the commission for her cloak and mask, she felt a little more confident walking around in this gear that hid her form. She knew at this point, she looked rather silly since all she had was starter gear, a cloak, a mask and a couple of hand-me-downs from Sonic. She was fumbling around, admittedly, not having anything that could be considered an armor set at the time being. The only weapon she had was that silly One Trick Pony, and she could tell she was behind a lot of other players just from looking around. It was really bothering her at this point, and she squinted at the ground as she walked and deeply considered what it was she should do next to work on improving.

Quests? Obviously. She needed funds and the various rewards would definitely help, but she needed to work on dealing with people more. She was still flinching when people called out her name at this point - she just paid to get mask made to hide her face actually. How sad was that? At this point, she wasn't sure what else to do, though. Tilting her head in consideration, she slowly looked up from her wandering to spot a woman in armor with some sort of prompt above her head. Pausing in her tracks to read, there was a long moment where she just eyed the situation in front of her with deep consideration.

With a deep breath, she started forward, though there was hesitation and reluctance in every step. It was kind of scary marching towards a far more prepared woman, honestly. But, she needed this. Once she came to a stop in front of the woman, with a prompt bow, hands clapped together in front of her, the masked level one chirped "I'd like to learn more about SAO's combat system, please!" Her ungodly long hair, pulled back into a pony tail, slipped off her back, to drape over her shoulder and touch the ground, but she didn't move to pull it back off the ground. Kimiko was rather flustered by her own action, but it was proper, right? She waited to be addressed, manners begging for her to wait for Saint to acknowledge her before she'd pop up to reveal a very embarrassed short woman.

SAINT

ADDY ☆