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Silver shook his head, realizing that he had been speaking aloud. He gave an awkward chuckle, “My apologies, I thought I was reliving that memory in my head, apparently I was reliving it outwardly. I hope I didn’t say anything that would prove to be overly frightening. If you have any questions I assume I am obligated to answer at this point, to an extent. So, feel free to ask any question that may have come to you whilst hearing that and I will do what I can to give you and answer.” Silver was a hurricane internally. He had just outwardly relived a memory that could jeopardize himself and his partner. No matter how much how much he hated his partner, Silver was not one to cause harm to the family. He needed to have a firmer guard for the time being, it would be a challenge to navigate the newly placed mine field without a map. Still it was not something that would be impossible.
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Silver smiled at Hydra. “Hydra, that is a curious name. What is the reason for your choosing of that jurisdiction, if I may ask?” Silver paused and sized up the man before him. “In fact I have a plethora of inquiries for you, should you permit me to pursue them. You see, I am a seeker of knowledge, I wish to learn the experiences of others so I may learn enough to begin to predict the outcome of various situations and perhaps be able to predict how life will show itself to someone. I believe with the correct amount of information one can do this and choose to live the most fulfilling life.” Silver looked to the river. “Do not worry with being a burden. The troubles of other are my job to carry, be they fatigue, mental, or physical. I am an adviser after all.” It was a beautiful day, not to mention the reassurance that came from finding another English native. It was not common to find such people. Silver felt a kinship with this man, one that would undoubtedly come to a disadvantage in the future. Then again this could not be guessed at yet, though kinship for Thorsten tended to relay to him having willingness to lay down his life for the other.
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Silver smiled for a moment before returning to his tale. “Your willingness to assist me in finding my friend is very kind but I have found her and one of the people I used to advise. Though it was quick after our reuniting which a thought dawned on me.” Silver’s cheery demeanor immediately darkens. His smile flees and the glow about his eyes burn out. “You see, I realize that I had been around her too much in the past. She became someone that could be used as a target, she could be used by an enemy of the bloodline to gain information out of me. There is something about her that I cannot place, a feeling I cannot understand. Knowing this a thought crossed my mind which had never once crossed my mind before. As per the law of the bloodline, upon my exit from this realm I will be forced to… to….” Silver tears up, and takes a breath, “I must either convince her to join the bloodline or kill her. There is nothing that can otherwise be done. My time in this realm is the only way I can ensure her being alive in the end, or should she be forced to meet an untimely end at my hand. The only way to keep my word is to convince her.” Silver pulled his collar closer to his mouth as he stabled his emotions. It was hard to bear the thought of killing his friend, harder to bear the though of what would happen to him if he didn’t.
(My apologies for the delay, RL has been very intense)
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Silver smiled at Benjamin. “How simply wonderful!” Silver stated with a hint of excitement in his voice, “I was beginning to give up hope of the possibility to come across another who had an aversion to combat. I fully understand your not wanting to participate in combat. If I can avoid it I attempt to as well. It seems so many people are absorbed in their combat prowess. As if it is all they think of. How crazy is it to think that when you place people in an environment which requires fending for one’s life, as this realm is, so many people attempt to become the best at doing so? Then again, humanity is inherently evil in the end, perhaps this fact has some indication of the proceedings of those in this realm. I must say, however, the ability for the individual to form a society had far exceeded my immediate expectation. What do you think on the matter Mr. Bookworm?” Silver looked to his surroundings once more, finding a small material and tossing it to his comrade. This would be a short day of gathering should he be able to keep up with this pace.
ID# 96226
LD: 13+2=15 (+1 T1 Mat Found)
[Mat given to @Benjamin Bookworm]
(My apologies for the delay, RL got intense)
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Silver thought to the things past and shook his head. Thinking back would indubitably lead only to a mindset of depression and loathing. Now was not the time to think of such things. He proceeded to stand on the branch and jump down. He then proceeded to make his way to the city. How odd it was days went. How is it everyone both can and can’t agree on the time of day? It was odd to him. To some whom would say it morning, others would claim it evening. Be they in different time zones or in the same. The choices of people were so very odd.
Silver pulled out his journal and pen, writing in it in code. To an onlooker the journal was full of lines and dots. Upon reaching the city Silver put the journal away and made his way to the town square. He walked with an air of both being relaxed and being able to snap someone’s neck in a moment’s notice. To an onlooker with knowledge of special forces, this would be the walk most commonly assigned to such people.
(My appologies for the delay, RL got intense)
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Silver sat atop a tree on the second floor. He had come across someone or may the soul had come under him. Silver used the trees to his advantage following the man. His <<Mark 1 Zevulum Combat Armour>> clutching his body, the large purple Z sitting on the collar sitting over his mouth. When the man had stopped moving, Silver decided to make himself known. He jumped from the trees and landed adjacent to the man. Silver’s very light pink hair ruffled slightly in the breeze, his heterochromatic eyes glistening slightly in the light of the sun. “Greetings, I am Silver ‘Thorsten’ Zevulum, It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Silver said through a thick northern British accent, extending a hand as greeting and lowering the collar from his mouth to show his bright smile. “I have been following you for some time now, you seem to be carrying quite the proverbial burden. Is there any way I may be able to find myself of use to you friend?” Silver had always preferred to be honest with people, even though his line of work tended to push him away from honesty. Silver stood and walked with an air of both being relaxed and being able to snap someone's neck at any moment.
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Silver smiled. “I have a photographic memory. If I write things I can remember the exact page whenever I need to. It is very useful, though it seems to only be of use if I have written things down.” He smiled, it was nice to hear her joy and pride of how she helped her family. “I am sure you would do a phenomenal job at teaching.” They had found their ways to the city. Silver looked to the time. “I should be getting to Fae, I need to make sure she is doing alright. That kid always comes home with the most amazing stories. It is rather unfortunate that she is not able to join me in the original realm after this is all said and done. It has been an honor to be in your company, Ms. Hestia. I would love to be able to resume these conversations in the future. You have a good night!” With that, Silver made his way to the room which he stayed on the fourth floor.
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Hestia – 2SP, 400col
Thorsten – 2SP, 400col
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Thorsten – 2sp, <<Amulet of Hoya>>
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Silver thought for a moment. “I will give you my life story should you so ask. I have no reason to keep myself from you. So, please, what would you like me to tell you about? I tend to give those who wish to know everything there is to know about me three different places to start. Firstly, you may start from when I was ten years of age, from when I met the person whom I pledged my life to or from when I entered this strange realm.” He was not afraid of anything, he remembered his partner yelling at him for being to open with him whilst he was in the original realm. Silver was still quite angered about his grandfather even giving him a partner.
Silver turned to the Master of Shadows. “I am not really one for fighting, I will stay right here on the edge.” He then turned to Saphira. “I have faith that you will one day be able to do what he does. It only makes sense that others would be able to find themselves at his level. Perhaps, on day, you will be able to best him, though that would prove itself to take a fair amount of time I presume.” -
Silver vigorously wrote in Morse code in the journal. He was puzzled for a bit when the idea of caring for each other in a family was presented to him, but he shrugged and kept writing. “Intriguing!” Silver said, seeming, perhaps, much more immersed in the story then he should have been. “So, you served your sister as a teacher, perhaps taking the role of one of your parents when necessary. That is very noble of you.” After he finished he allowed Hestia to look through his journal. “I use my journals for a few different things. I use it to take notes on those I meet, that way I cannot forget about anyone.” He turned to a page with both Morse code and a string of 1’s and 0’s. He pointed to the Morse code. “For example, this is a coded profile of my guild leader, Stryder.” He then pointed to the 1’s and 0’s. “And this is a profile picture of him. It is coded so if I were to enter it into a computer I would be able to get the exact photo. Not that the photo otherwise exists. I code all of my notes and then enter them into Morse code so that no one can gain information on others that isn’t approved by the person I gathered the information for. Allong with this I use it a my personal journal, documenting my day to day life. It documents what experiances I have had sense joining, my feelings and worries. All of that is actually in a poetic form.”
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Silver nodded. “I must apologies, I am not really one for combat as it stands. I am waiting for the ability to use my skills in various martial arts again. I will do my best however.” Silver then stands up as well, paying for the meal. “You wish to hear of my trials after having started this game. Very well. On that fateful day on realizing the situation I had found myself in I fell into something of a violent rampage. I destroyed everything in my sight. I was furious that I may have ended up here. You see there is a person who I had given my word to protect in the original realm. I pledged my bloodied hands to her after I had fought off some of her attackers. I will never break my word, you see, it is completely against everything I stand for. She very much enjoyed games like this, and whilst I never quite understood them I felt I should surprise her by joining this game. I became violent when I realized I may not be able to protect her in this situation. I couldn’t find her and that made it worse. Everything seemed to be collapsing in around me. Not only was I on the verge of breaking a promise for the first time, breaking my word, I was on the verge of loosing the only friend I had.” Silver paused
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Silver smiled slightly, it was a sad smile. This was understandable from the conversation the two had just ended, however he was pleased seeing that his questions would not be taken poorly. He took a moment to think of the proper question to ask. “Pardon its vague premise, however, what was it like to have a family? You say you had a sister, I would like to assume you had contact with your mother, what was it like to have such people? Never having been born a sibling, and without any direct contact with my mother I am curious as to what it is like to have and experience such things. On the side of this, do you mind if I take notes? I have a goal to document everything there is to know about life, perhaps I can learn enough to understand the point of existence and begin to predict the outcomes of various events without fail.” Silver removed the journal and a fountain pen from his inventory to show what he had meant. He was unsure if Hestia would be curious enough to investigate the journal, though if she did she would see only three distinctly different things. First: Morse code, Second: 1’s and 0’s in various squares spread inconsistently throughout the journal, Third: hand drawn pictures of Owls.
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Silver chuckled before he began to speak, his voice booming across the lake. “Perhaps you misunderstand me, I mean, Who art thou? What is it that makes you who you are? You haven’t even told me your name as it stands! So, my comrade, please enlighten me with your tales. I have been searching for experiences that differ from my own for quite some time.” Silver enjoyed the hunt for information. It was one of the many hunts he enjoyed. So many things were present in this world, he wanted to learn them all.
Silver began walking, assuming his comrade was following him. The way he walked gave the impression of both being completely relaxed and being able to snap someone’s neck at any point, his arms hung loosely at his sides and he held his head up with confidence, though not with pride. He saw something glistening in the snow and picked it up, remembering what this man had intended to do whilst being out in the cold. Silver then tossed the material to his friend. “One down, how many did you intend to acquire precisely?”
ID# 94466
LD: 20+2 = 22 (1 T1 mat found)
[Mat given to @Benjamin Bookworm]
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Silver sat on his perch on the fourth floor overlooking the Frostbite Lake. The tree he sits in swaying in the wind. It appeared that today would prove itself to be fairly windy. He looked over the lake in deep thought, his heterochromatic eyes glistening in the sunlight. He thought back to the times of old, when all he worried about was his mission. Why was it he attempted to settle down? All of these intensities would be quelled. He had so much to do, his life was something which it took an iron will to sustain. Many had tried to be as he was, all had failed. That was why he was the protégé of the family, he assumed, he was the only one programed to be as he was. Save maybe his partner, though that man was far below Silver’s caliber in Silvers eyes at least. It was infuriating that he would be paired up with anyone, much less someone whom he could not puppet. What was his training for if not to be given a partner that could be properly used? What was his grandfather’s reasoning? Though neither of them would tell their grandfather of their quarrels with each other. That would spill disaster for the who family.
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Silver listened to his comrade intently. Taking in what she had to say and finding suitable mentions which he could use to potentially assist her. “If I may offer myself to your assistance. I would be honored to become someone which you feel comfortable talking with. I will let you know me in full should you so ask me to explain myself to you and would be happy for you to see me as an advisor. There are few in this world who are truly willing to listen to others and learn of their abilities, but that is where I pride myself. In fact, I have a journal which I keep everything I learn about others and document all of the stories which I find myself hearing. It is something of my passion to learn everything there is to know about life. So, if you will permit me, I would like to learn about yours, perhaps we will both learn something.” Silver paused, thinking of the comment about The Master of Shadow in front of them. “I am sure that if you asked him to mentor you he would be willing. He seems to be a master of his craft, most masters I have learned of tend to be willing to share their knowledge.” They were on the edge of the battlefield now, Silver found himself intrigued by the fighting style.
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The subsequent question to follow the emotionally tasking conversation was one more closely related to small talk. Silver was, of course, glad to get off the subject of Kathrine. “I assume I will be heading back to my apartment on the fourth floor to check on the little girl I adopted. Well, I say adopted but what I mean is we have an agreement that for so long as we are present in this game I will take care of her and give her fatherly advice whenever it is asked of me.” Silver paused, “How about yourself? My apologies, it seems we have been focusing on my being this whole time, I have yet to ask you very many questions of my own. Perhaps another time I can get to know you and your life better, or we can do so now. It is, in the end, up to you.” The two had left the labyrinth and were headed back to the main settlement on the floor. It had been a very interesting time, being on this quest. How odd it was to find someone so willing to listen to him and his quarrels. Life seemed to weave itself in strange ways, he wondered if he could learn to predict it.
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Silver smiled at the man, kindness in his eyes. “Perhaps I can assist you on your quest to gather material.” Silver thought for a moment. “I, indubitably, shall be getting an owl as a pet once I have finished improving my searching abilities. Though until then I shall stick to bird watching. So, my blue-eyed friend, please tell me about yourself. I am always looking to gain knowledge of experience from others. It allows me to better strengthen my knowledge of the world, both the one in which we came from and the strange realm which we find ourselves in today.” Silver knew that few could add to the list of experiences that he himself had, though he never wanted to pass up the opportunity to find out the possibility of experiences which he could never have. Thus, he perused every opening to learn about others as he possibly could, silently piecing life together through the eyes of others. It was so grandiose to hear of such things that could be done, understand the things that others had gone through. Perhaps with the intelligence that he would gather through others he could begin to accurately predict scenarios in this strange realm or in the original that he found himself in.
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Silver gave a more conservative smile, his heterochromatic eyes glistening in the lantern light of the shack. “My sincere apologies, I have never really been one to have the ability to get my point across to those outside my family. Even so with some of the people in my family for that matter.” He chuckles. “So, you wish to know of my story. Where do you wish for me to start? You hold yourself as someone I would have warranted confidence in trusting. I shall offer you three places for me to start. I can start from when I was ten years, when I was seventeen years, or when I entered this strange realm. Each by itself is bountiful with experience both that would make most pleased to hear, though my further history tends to make people hesitate while partaking in conversation with me.” He left it with that. He was happy to give the spiel that was his life story. Though he had lived a lot of life, even at ten years he had lived the life of twenty five men and women. It was rare for others to be at all interested in his being. He was seen by most as an advisor, thus he was rarely listened to when pertaining to topics that were of his own personal needs.
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Silver looked at Saphira with slight concern in his eyes. “My apologies, I did not intend to give you the impression of feeling misplaced. I am very aware that there are many people with experience in this world. I intend to learn about all of the experiences. You say you don’t believe the world will listen to you when you talk. Why is that? If you don’t mind me asking. It seems that you may find that if you just talk, ignoring what others will think you may find yourself in the presence of those who will listen. I would love to hear the many different experiences that you have endured, should you ask I would be happy to inform you as to the experiences that I have found myself in as well.” Silver paused. “You see, I am an advisor. I find that I do my best work helping others with decisions and choices. Helping others when they need advice. Should you need help with anything I would be honored to assist you, regardless as to the task.” The two kept walking, Silver could see the first wasp kill in the distance. “It seems our comrade has begun his fight. How amazing it is to see him come out of the shadows. I remember when I was like that, leaking in the shadows, waiting for my prey. But that was a long time ago”
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Silver heard the footsteps approaching, he wondered what the result would be of this interaction. He had high hope, however. The light pink haired man looked to the man asking if he was okay. Silver gazed at the man with a warm smile, light still glistening in his heterochromatic eyes. “Indeed! I am quite well!” He said through a thick Northern British accent before swinging down from the tree and landing perfectly in front of the man. He extends a hand. “Greetings, I am Silver ‘Thorsten’ Zevulum. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance!” Silver brought the collar of his <<Mark 1 Zevulum Combat Armour>> to his mouth so that the Purple Z was directly over his mouth. “I come here often, I was searching for a snow owl to record in my journal.” Silver handed his journal to the man to see. The open page was of a perfect rendition of a snow owl in pen. If other pages were turned to the man would only see pages of mores code and a square in the upper right corner of 1’s and 0’s. “How may I be of assistance?”
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Silver thought on how to explain the relationship between himself and Kathrine. “We are friends, and I am her advisor. I give her advice to get through the things she has been through, good or bad. She sees herself as selfish with the amount I have given up to her. She would be correct to believe I have sacrificed a lot, my entire livelihood in fact, to help her. Though I don’t see it as a true sacrifice, I gave it up for the opportunity to have a life no one in my family has ever experienced. Perhaps I was wrong to do so. To think I, the Prodigy, would end up in this situation. I guess, even with everything I have learned, there is much I haven’t experienced. Perhaps I should have listened to my partner when I had the chance instead of blowing him off.” Silver thought for a bit. “I have been with her as a friend for nearly 3 years before we entered this realm. Hell, I’m only in this realm because I wanted to surprise her. Who knows what life would be like if I hadn’t found that young woman crying on the bench.” Silver shakes his head. “It’s better not to dwell on what could have been.”
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Silver shook his head. “I wish that were an option. My grandfather will not be passing away any time soon, not to mention that I took an oath to my family. I’m not a man to go back on my word ever. I also made a promise to protect her, though I realize now that I was naive to do so. If I could only convince her to be with me and join the bloodline she may have a chance. If not then I must either kill her or have us both killed. At least if I am the one to kill her I can dictate how quick it is that she dies. Its unfortunate that this is the outcome. But its not like I can tell her, it would just lead to fear of me. This game is the only way I can convince her before its too late, however I am not knowledgeable on how to partake in the game of romance. I can’t say I ever really was. My mind is useful in every situation outside of romance that I can think of. Even if my job is to seduce my target I can succeed. However, when it comes to real romance I find myself at a loss.” Silver shrugs. He is defeated here. She would never want to be with him and he would be a fool to attempt to navigate it. He would wind up flat on his face without hope of return.
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Silver smiled at the woman kindly and sat. “Greetings, I am Silver ‘Thorsten’ Zevulum. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He waited for the psutoperson to return to the table and ask what he would be having. “Surprise me” Silver said before returning to the person in front of him. “I hope I do not offend with my speech, however you seem to be someone of experience in this strange realm. If you do not mind me doing so, I am interested in inquiring as to your may trials and tribulations since your beginning in this realm.” He waited patiently for a response, he wanted to show her the upmost respect. He thought back to the time he spent gathering intel for the family, it was a common feat for him and not one he undertook lightly. He had the mindset of always treating others with the upmost respect, regardless as their spot in life. It was the proper way to do things. The ramen arrived together, it was his intent to get as much information out of everyone as possible, though he understood the potential problems with this mindset. He would need to be careful not to delve to deep into the past of others, though he knew that his hunger for knowledge would never be satiated.
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Silver sat in the trees surrounding Frostbite Lake. He was watching for a snow owl, wondering if it were to be possible to acquire one as a companion. He recalled how he had seen others with companions and wondered as to their origin. This was his favorite place to be, the area was reminiscent of his hometown. He thought to the days he spent wondering as to what it was his mother did, where she went. Others he spent wondering where his father would take him next. His life was non-stop travel. It was amazing to him that it all started for him in that British town. The life of someone like him was a quiet one, so he swiftly learned how to be at peace with himself. Not much bothered him anymore. It was hard to be bothered when in his line of work.
Silver’s heterochromatic eyes glistened in the light reflected off the lake. He heard the sound of an owl, getting silently excited. Soon the bird flew before him, the blackish specks of the wings captivating his attention. He swiftly recalled the sight and started to draw an exact replication in his journal.
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Silver sat on top of the buildings of the town, sitting and observing the goings on in the Town of Beginnings. He had watched the town go from bustling to almost dead sense the start of the game. It was almost becoming peaceful. He thought to what the little girl he adopted must be doing. They didn’t talk much outside of him giving her advice when it was needed. He planned to shape her into a wise young woman, or at least as well as he would be able to before the game ended. He decided to make his way to get some food. He elected to stop at the first establishment that served food that he could find. He ran atop the buildings until he came across a ramen stand. It would do.
Silver equips his <<Mark 1 Zevulum Combat Armour>>. The graphene armour hugged his figure well. He raised the collar over his mouth, the large purple Z directly over his lips. He then got a running start and jumped from the top of the building. He did a flip before landing in front of the stand. He approached the psudoperson running the stand, lowering the collar as he did so.
Silver looked around and saw a table with a tired looking woman. He approached her with a kind, warm smile. His Heterochromatic eyes glistening in the sunlight. “Do you mind if I sit here, ma’am?” He motioned to the chair across from her. Silver spoke with a thick Northern British accent. He had very light pink hair and stood/walked with confidence that gave both a vibe of relaxation and the ability to snap someone's neck at the same time. The kind of posture that is owned by those in Special Forces.
[F3-NK-PP] Passion v.s. Intuition (Embers, Thorsten) <<Worn Out Welcome>>
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Silver thought for a moment, swiftly taking out his journal and flipping to a page filled with dots and dashes, and a square of 1’s and 0’s in the corner. He took a quick look at the page before swiftly closing the journal and putting it away. “No, I never met him on the job. Which is good because if I had met him in such a time he would have more than likely been my target and died by my hand. I have, however, only really met him in passing, and from the files the bloodline stores on other blades for hire. I was never really one to be brought into a group of acquaintances, I am sure you can see why. Mr. Williams tended to be talking to someone when I would walk into a location where he was. Not that I had a reason to talk with him anyways.” Silver paused, “That is not to say I don’t have extensive notes on the man, then again I am not sure that is what you are looking for.”
@Embers