Raidou

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A sudden understanding between the NPC man and the one that played the part of NPC boy. "I guess we did, but your working to change all that huh?" Nemo replies as he rakes the back of his head. "You know Raidou, sorry for trying to eat you back then. I really don't like players fucking up my garden." The wanderer stands and faces the guy. "Trust me Nemo, I also cant stand when players fuck up my garden. I understand. Glad I spared you, you've been a valuable friend and companion these last couple weeks. Eating attempts aside." It was here the npc and the player found the line between them begi

Nemo cant help but smile at the prior statement, finding the truth of it rather humorous. "You know some would consider that an insult?" the gardener fights back laughing too loudly, for fear of pulling some of Tomoika's native fauna. "It is an insult, but that doesn't make it any less true." Raidou offers with the straightest and coolest reply, the humor defused and yet remained like a fart in an elevator. Nemo shakes his head no "I wish more were like you, I cant believe your interest given if the world we live in is false as you describe." To which the nomad replies with an obvious rebuttal

"Sure..." Nemo remarks in a short yet sweet form of acceptance, biting on the hook presented by the wanderer. "Thanks, Nemo. With that they will begin to work toward self sustainability." Raidou responds putting his thoughts and intentions into words. Nemo turns and looks over his shoulder "Your a strange guy." he replies, scanning the player. "I've heard that a few times." The wanderer adds, substantiating the claim. "You care an awful lot about us, when normally no one really gives a damn. What gives?" The gardener tosses another weed into a now growing pile, raising to the flats of his feet

"My point is Nemo, all the plants have been dead a while. Never-ending winter killed most of anything." The guy remarks adjusting his glasses as he made his point to the NPC. "I was wondering if you could lend the elves that live there a hand?" Nemo seemed jarred and confused. "Is that even possible?" To which Raidou rebutted "I am sure that more then what was considered possible begins to become possible. Give it some thought? They are having a rough go of it, and it was pretty hard to convince them to have hope." The wanderer seemed to plead on Nemo's sentiment, seeing if true concern could

Dusting his hands in a heavy clap, the wanderer looks to Nemo who was currently plucking weeds from a small section. Each being tossed into a pile of plant matter in stringy strands, much like angel hair pasta in a box. "Speaking of which." Raidou remarked toward his companion, to which he'd moved closer to knowing after their initial disagreement. "I've been meaning to ask Nemo, on a few floors up there lies an abandoned city." Nemo pauses to listen, looking over his shoulder toward the red wanderer. "What about it?" the player is repaid. "Well, its stricken with an odd curse and as a re

Nemo looked completely perplexed, as Raidou continued to work away diligently. "Why churches?" Nemo expressed in the most human like way, which moved to further the wanderers growing expectations. "Good question." The nomad relayed in the only way of replying he knew how. "I think the creators thought that churches were spooky enough, and a big building that seems a bit alien. Frankly it seems a little overdone, and I think that ideas started to run low. So churches." Spoken as the cacophony of breaking roots lead to more materials being added to the coffer. "Seems kind of lazy, given at least

"There is a single staircase that interconnects between them, as well as that gate you see me come in on from time to time." Raidou continued explaining the very nature of Nemo's world with reasoning that was leaving the NPC jarred. The notion was staggering and it left the NPC in disbelief, but the evidence left him wondering. "So there are more worlds like this one?" The gardener asked, pushing the limit of what he would be allowed to understand. "Not exactly, they all have a decided theme. Some forests, others rivers or oceans. Beach fronts, or in this case Caverns." The list halted fo

Mind still racing as the bag hits the pile, and Nemo can swear he can see the bag shutter. "So, if you don't mind. What's a floor?" given that an NPC clearly had little to no way of knowing the principle. Raidou turns his head, peering over his right shoulder. This topic was familiar, and he'd had this conversation at least 3 times before. "A floor is a large section of terrain, like a disk." The nomad points to a wall. "If you were able to dig for a few miles straight that way, you'd end up finding open air and a plummet that would never end." The idea didn't compute, but even still Nemo

The NPC remained shaken bordering on horrified. "But, where?" Nemo asks to which Raidou responds: "Likely floor 6, the wilds should have little issue supporting them and should be able to keep their numbers in check. Not like here, where they have little to no predators." Spoken as if it was merely an observation, calm and collected. Eying the bag a second time, Nemo couldn't seem to glean why he'd willingly spare them. "They have their purpose, even if deadly they can be useful and part of a larger ecosystem. Erasing them could spell disaster for Charko who needs the webbing for silk. As

Nemo takes over for Raidou, and collecting the pile of resources up that he'd gathered so far. "What are you going to do with these?" Notably avoiding the bag that he knows has a bunch of eggs in it. Raidou glances back and acknowledges the meaning. "I can't leave them here, else given their proximity to Tomoika they'd reek havoc. It has a spider problem, as does most of this floor." The nomad comments before continuing moving back up to his raise and checking for any more. "If I can find a place to release them that they won't be an invasive species, then I will. Otherwise, I may have to euth

Sticking up his nose, Nemo outcries "Please keep those away from me." Offering a sharp cough, a bit disoriented he continues his inquiry. "That long? Don't you get sick of it, all the traveling around I mean." Pulling the string closed, Raidou gently walks them down and sets them next to the pile of bags that was growing immeasurably. "Well I wont lie to you, it is taxing. But if I don't who will?" The sentiment as he'd collect pieces up and make a more uniform pile, much like a farm hand moving around bags of flour. "But why you?" Nemo asked, trying to seek out a motive. "Why not me? I c

Nemo leans low, finding it strange that he'd asked him so carelessly. When not but a week ago Nemo had attacked him, was now treating him almost like a partner. Grabbing the bag, he'd reach up and slide it into an awaiting hand. "H-here you are." The NPC grunts, having to stretch to make up the gap. "A couple of hours every day? How long have you been doing this?" The obvious disbelief hung on his voice, trying to convince himself of the invalidity. *snap* Raidou leans bag and slides a couple of cocooned eggs into the bag. "A few years, but only some of my trips have been that long.

To Nemo, Raidou was an alien who offered a hand to nearly everyone he met. It silently explained why Raidou had spared him so readily before, and subtly Nemo couldn't help but feel bad for the conclusion he'd jumped to prior. Here he thought that the man was another player aiming to exploit this resource selfishly, but clearly he was using it to help others that couldn't access it. One even on this very floor. Another question: "How long does this take you?" *thump* Another spool hits the stone: "Usually a couple hours, but my necklace helps me get around quickly." confirming the exi

Wiggling his shoulder which portrayed movement out of sight. "Then I visit Tolbana to deliver some medicine, after which I ferry some supplies to Blackwatch Bastion." Another pause as he fishes out another spool in a clump, tossing it down to the rough stone floor. "From there, its just some work at the Grand Tree in Ydalin and some mapping of the Labyrinth given how large it is and how little we know about it." Answering Nemo's question to the best of his ability. "That much? All I do is rake some leaves and trim some bushes. Given your history, makes sense how you found this place then.

"Is that even worth anything?" Nemo offers perplexed by the nomads direct focus on these metallic strands. "I always thought they were just a mess I'd have to clean up." To which Raidou shakes his head. "They're strong once woven together from what I understand, Charko actually makes quite an earnest amount of silk from it. Once cleaned and spun, it will make cloth as strong as steel." Finding a smile from Raidou, Nemo asks another question: "How many places do you take responsibility for?" gesturing to the sheer truck load that Raidou had set aside already, with his intentions to get more sti

Little by little the nomad yielded ball after ball of this metallic twine, adding into a satchel its own. Steady hands from nigh years of experience deftly pulled the string, finding the sack stuck limply to his palm. "Just a few more." The wanderer offers, his voice ringing off the cavern walls. Holding the bag with the tips of his fingers that poked out through the gloves he wore, a heavy tug sees it free. To the trough of water as he drops the bag in, he nurses his hands in that chilling trickle. A thorough once over removes the sticky grime from the webs. A form of silent meditation as he

With a fold carefully closed, the twine finds a bag of white linen. Storing it in a nook on the rock face beneath his legs, to keep his hands free for bracing and gathering more of the stuff. The sword is lifted again, a bit further off than the first batch with a bit of a stretch. The point connects and immediately finds tension, being held just a tad by the weight of the wire. Raidou pushes down and forces it to break a bit from the wall, a smattering of stone shards parade down in tiny outcries. The sections where it breaks cracks slightly as its suctioned free in an instant. Raidou spins t

Peeling his sword back from its sheathe, to play the part of spool as he ushers for the stone like rafters that hung above him. Taking a step-up and locking his heels where he could find solid footing, he holds the blade overhead. A spin of the grip sees the silver tethers begin to wind around the edge, forming small clumps that glisten in what little light is offered. A harsh tug and redirect as he uses more of the weapon like a metal rod, allowing the stuff to adhere to its edge as much as it could. Thankfully it stuck to skin far easier, removing it from the edge wouldn't be too much of a h

A heavy shake of his hand sees what little beads of water shook from his skin in a spray, the sleeve adorning his right arm still rather damp and would be for some time to come. A glance to Nemo sees the guy still so honestly fixated on the swordsman in red, and for good reason. Still a curiosity, and even more so without any real explanation that the NPC could consume to begin to glean what it was Raidou was. With a tighten of his robe around his shoulders, as it attempts to free itself in a slide, his glasses the same shortly after. That same signature glare rips across the chamber of stone,

With a rapid insertion of what he had wrought into a white sack still filled with fragrance, from foodstuffs from times before although clean it still reeked of what was in it prior. A pull of the tie sees it locked tight, before that same bit of twine wraps a belt loop and anchors it to his side alongside the ores and gemstones from before. A diligent refusal to give in or give up. Raidou was content, although being of the highest level, doing such humble tasks like these. His eyes trail the waters beneath him, seeing if there was anything he may have missed in his quick extraction. Finding l

Closing: Crozeph: 2*SP (Thread Length) 2*SP (Quest Reward) 400*Col

Closing: Crowzeph: 400*Col 2*SP (Thread Length)

NIAN | Approved. Total EXP: 1000 Total SP: 15 Current Level: 3