Zeke

Aw shiz, I'm PC. Sorry, man. But yeah, researching bosses and trying new tactics usually ends up working. I saw a video of someone beating the royal rat authority, and they barely got hit by just trying to stay behind its front legs. 

Also, watch this video and laugh at the music stopping:

I think I can do what I need to by just researching a bit more, because I only fought the two bosses I'm having the most trouble with, 2 times. Plus it was one-hundred levels ago. I think I am like level 200+ But I can't remember the exact level.

What platform?

I haven't played in months, so I will have to get my bearings back.

Oh god, royal rat authority. Don't even go there with me. I've never beaten that or the smelter demon. And have you made it to shrine of Amana yet? YOU WILL RAGE.

Completion Rewards:

Zeke obtains 200 Col + 1 Sp

Kalesh obtains 200 Col + 1 Sp

Startled by the sudden choking, Zeke shot back into his chair before realizing the trouble that Kalesh was in. He was about to tell him to lift his arms straight up above himself while letting Zeke pat his back for him, but it was settled before he even had the chance to try out the old trick that his parents would tell him to do. (Not even sure if it would've worked anyway.) He told himself, still skeptical if it was just the placebo effect that helped all of those times in the past.

"I'm kind of the same way in the fact that I don't hang out with many people. I'd think it's justified for everyone to be cautious of others, it's not exactly easy to be alive, here or back on earth. Sure, we may have to worry very little about our real bodies, but murder is pretty much legal in this game. We've traded our bodies for free healthcare, and in return we're raising our chances of dying to even higher percentages." Zeke held off on talking about the topic of females, but only while he felt the need to reassure himself that he didn't have long to live. He could die normally just by living a plain life back in the Town of Beginnings, so he connected the dots in his mind that this talk with Kalesh was likely to be the only time they'd ever see each other.

It made Zeke nervous, for he was wanting to do something special to remember his acquaintance by, but it was almost always about just being in the moment to receive the most enjoyable of memories. Expecting more out of something would make the memory feel tarnished, and from experience, their meeting had already been plenty memorable for him to look back at down the line and think only of: ("What if we had the time to become friends? I wonder how different things could have ended up for us.") These thoughts were the best for him, helping him recall the most important thing about life. Living was much more than just focusing on all of the problems humans could cause each other, and how hopeless things could get. A dying person just wants to redo all of their mistakes, using their new understanding to be there for those that needed it. 

After one of his many epiphanies had come and passed once more, Zeke responded to Kalesh's compliment about his ability to attract those of the opposite sex. Before even thinking of a word to respond to the male with, Zeke began to chuckle very loudly, yet contained most of it by pressing his hand against his chest, and tightening his lips together to keep the noise within him. "No, no, I'm far from what you'd assume. I may seem like I have it all together, but I know nothing about picking up the ladies." His placement of 'the' before ladies was merely added for comical effect, and was a result of the player now being in a better mood. "Who knows, maybe if I changed certain things about myself, that might be true... but I'm as equally as bothersome, and no girl or woman would care for someone who is causing them trouble. I mean, you've had the unpleasant experience of dealing with my raging emotions, so you can put yourself in their shoes to imagine why I'm not just unpopular with them, but with everyone." He sighed before looking over to Kalesh, who was now scooting himself and the chair over. 

"I did have one person I was very close to being with, but I always hold myself back, and I think she couldn't put up with trying to catch me anymore. She's the sweetest thing ever, but sometimes you have to just let someone go so you can take care of yourself. I understand what friendship means, but you can only do the same thing so many times before you start to take in the harsh truth of reality. Some will just never change. I'm blessed and cursed to say that I am one of those people." Placing his right hand's fingers over his left hand's finger in  a balled up fist-like shape, Zeke thought for a second with his chin rested against both of his collected thumbs. "Thank you, but you don't have to worry about that. I think I'm going to go find another floor, and a way to clean my current equipment. This heat is making me sleepy, anyway." After scooting himself out from the table and raising from his seat, the strange player held out his hand for a handshake with the other.

"Maybe we'll see each other around in the future, but if we don't, just know that someone cares about you." He stated oddly, leaving after the handshake was either accepted or denied. Heading the opposite direction of where the group of thugs had left Armadillo, the weird man disappeared into the sand, leaving his fate of life and death to be decided by Kalesh's imagination.

"Just let me know if you change your mind, I don't really have to sit here, but I wanted to try this and see what would happen." Due to the chair he left behind being so close to Kalesh, Zeke had no other choice but to wedge it between the next table over and the one he planned to sit at. The other side was just in everyone's way, and anywhere else would be too close to whom he still had some trust building to do with. With a mild groan, the fairly toned guy slipped himself into the tight spot. (I think the water and sweat might have helped me with that.) He thought as he situated himself into the most comfortable position he could find. The pain of the table's edge digging into his stomach was too much, so every time the weirdo would gather his breath, he would hold it in as casually as he could to keep his stomach pushed in, while keeping Kalesh from looking at him funny.

Speaking of Kalesh's drink, Zeke was wondering exactly how fast the service was around the place they were in. It hadn't been too long before he decided to follow the other back indoors, so it was catching him off-guard to see a beverage sitting upon the table. (Maybe he ordered it before coming out to save me, and I just didn't see it through the hole in the wall.) He shrugged before inhaling once more, doing so silently every time. Now the choice was what to talk about, and his stomach couldn't endure long lengths of time to start a regular, old-fashioned debate. It likely wasn't a good decision anyway, as the other seemed as fiery as they come, and not just because of his hair. 

"You get the girls easy, don't you?" Zeke just blurted out with no cause for the question other than the man's good looks. He may have actually not been that good looking, but to Zeke, he was. "You seem like you do with this whole mysterious loner look you've got going on. Your looks match your behavior too. How many have you come across? The hot ones, of course." Zeke honestly didn't care, but it was something interesting to bring up for conversation with someone who didn't seem to talk about it much. The topic of girls was usually the last thing he ever wanted to talk about, but other guys seemed to be all over talking about how many they've scored. 

Welcome, Brice. Hope you have a great time here.

Scrambling to get up, Zeke turned his vision back towards the gap that had been made in the wall behind him. The Axe's print slowly started to repair itself, pixel by pixel. The colors were a wide array from those that would not fit into the similar shade of wooden-brown that the wall was made up of, but yet, once each peace, or shard, had been placed into the wound, the rainbow-like glow faded to reveal a non-mistakable piece of wood that was exactly the same as any other part of the structure. Not only that, but the gash at where the wood had been split began to mold together through the illusion of the video game's magic. "I've always wondered what happened to any damages given to the environment." (Glad I got to see at least once before dying.) Zeke thought to himself after the initial statement. 

Seeing Kalesh sit down by looking through the hole in the wall, Zeke could see the scooted chair that he placed next to the player before storming out of the building. A bad case of butterflies started to flutter around in his stomach as he placed his hands to where the uncomfortable feeling was most prominent. "Ohhhhhhhh... I don't want to do this." He groaned to himself aloud, but not loud enough for the fiery-haired hunk to notice. (Just try not to look him in the face, it'll make his words much easier to take." This thought helped motivated the sweaty man back into the tavern, walking slowly with the posture of someone who had an upset stomach.

"Can I sit here?" The returning bounty-board bandit said to Kalesh. He kept his eyes on him right until Kalesh had at least a couple of seconds to notice that Zeke was looking at him right in the peepers. When their eyes connected for those few seconds, he looked the other way quickly, turning his neck as fast and casually as he could. "Yeah, I wanted to come say I'm sorry about how I treated you a few minutes ago. It's not a good idea for me to be alone right now, anyway." He didn't speak of what he meant by that, but Kalesh definitely seemed like the intelligent type, intelligent enough to know that neither on of them were walking out of Armadillo safely. 

Thank you very much. ^^

Dude, you're awesome, but don't worry about it. It's all chill. ^^

"Go ahead, try and do some damage. We're still in the safe-zone, just as you said." The brute started to get back up and onto his feet after being knocked over. Kalesh had definitely knocked him flat on his back, but knowing the damage wasn't dealt, the man stood tall with a stern expression aimed at the one who had just swung his great-sword. After a couple of seconds of assessing the situation, the player put his Axe back into his inventory. Things had changed now that his aggressor was here to back up the victim, or so he at first thought. "You and your pal are the only ones bothered by this whole mess. The only thing you've accomplished is becoming the second bird for my stone. Your body movements fail you, kid. We'll see each other again, but make sure you've taken care of your anger issues by then." The giant chuckled and turned his back to Kalesh, walking off casually towards the outskirts of Armadillo while a bunch of other players came out from behind their hiding spots to follow him. It would be too obvious to anyone that they were all working together to obtain something. 

Seeing as how the altercation didn't turn out very well in their favor, Zeke decided to stay quiet as he slid down against the wall until his butt hit the wooden floor; both of his arms were hanging over his knees at the elbows. The changing of pace was apparently enough to calm down the person who was still unsure of Kalesh's thoughts of him, and the whole situation. His face appearing to give away his want to sleep.

I think I might be done with rping with others, but I appreciate the offer and kindness you've shown. You seem like a really cool dude, I hope you have better luck here than I have. ^^

I totally meant it. You've got so much over on me. There's no way I can compete with all of your experience. ^^

(It's okay, dude. He's just one person in a million that are probably still trapped in here. He's not special enough to kill yourself over, so stop trying to make yourself cry!) Zeke's mind talked to him like a friend, a trick that he had to learn in order to feel like someone was always watching out for him, when in truth, it was just his better judgement trying to control his body. (I make so many mistakes. I can't even handle annoying someone. How am I supposed to remember how to feel? It was so long ago when I could actually behave like a normal person. I was too young to remember when I was happy. Everything keeps screwing up since then, and I don't know how long I can keep this up. It's starting to wear on me every time I break down like this.) The anxious player placed his forearm against his forehead, blocking any light and any signs that he indeed was coexisting with other creatures. He just wanted to slip into a nice rest right now; a temporary death that would have him ease the tension he felt inside by making these thoughts a somewhat distant memory. 

During his little moment of blinding himself, he made his way along the wall until he was where the corner started. Not hard to tell, Kalesh was right on the other side of the wall, dealing with his own anger in his own way. With their backs to each other, both calmed themselves in silence, mirroring each other as opposing images. Unexpectedly, though, the third player who had came to the table before was now walking towards Zeke. It wasn't noticed anytime soon by the emotionaly distraught player, but he would soon feel a slight smack against his left shoulder. "You're that player who was blocking the bounty board..." Zeke looked up towards the shaven, light gray-blue haired man who towered over him by at least nine inches. The present company was intent on how he used his two-handed battleaxe, materializing it from his inventory while he grinned at the smaller player. With a mighty heave, he slammed the axe down right above Zeke's head, causing the nervous male to shake a little at the intensity of his attacker. He had thought that the axe wielder was going to stop, but only beacause it was pretty much pointless to try anything in a safe zone. However, the axe had also went splintering through the wood of the wall and over above where Kalesh was sitting. 

....I am not worthy... *bows*

The ground of Urbus currently held the weight of Zeke's steps as he made his way down through one of the brick paved streets. They used to be filled with beginning players, he remembered and sighed with a bit of longing in his heart for that time to come back once more. He had been here with everyone else, so hopeful in all of what he was going to accomplish, despite the death penalty. Now, he was just some over-leveled beginner that sought his own way of finding a path forward, trying to get as strong as those he had to watch strut around like peacocks in their overly priced, shiny armor. Those high-leveled player still found the time to come back to the Town of Beginnings to stock up on what they needed, because they knew that by just being there, they were like some kind of heroes. Their courage or cowardice showed in their ability to stay alive, and in jealousy, Zeke hated them for it. He wanted to be the peacock for a change. (Wait, why am I thinking of peacocks? Just shut up and look for something to do, you lazy arse.) 

The road seemed to go on forever and ever, leading him through half of the town itself. Eventually though, something had struck him as odd when he happened across a shady looking NPC that sat on a blanket next the wall of a building. Every other NPC was moving about like usual players would, doing things to pass the time until they were reset for the next day. This specific NPC just sat there, though. It was the least attention grabbing display of the game's A.I. he had ever seen, but the dark and mysterious vibe the person gave off was enough to make him approach the character anyway. "So, what do you do?" The character looked up towards the voice that had sounded for him, the look in his maroon eyes were giving the sense that he did not want to be disturbed. The character also wore an oxford-blue bandage wrap around his head, the ends of the bandage hanging around his neck and over the shoulders until it fell down to his chest; the wrapping was much more torn at the end where it hung freely, leaving the bandage to easily be loosened from around the scalp of this person.

Through a spiky, dark-brown beard, the man replied with a voice that could be attributed to the likeness of any random creep, but with a wheezing that gave him the the aura of a deathly ill patient that struggled just to sit up straight. "You're going to find out in due time. The best things in life always come when you least expect them." Even if the person wheezed deeply, there were no signs of struggle in the way that they spoke their sentences. He reaches his hand back behind him, hiding his entire arm underneath the dark moss-green cloak that he wore over his normal merchant's clothing. When pulled back out, the man revealed a tiny, obsidian-based instrument of some kind; along it's length, four tiny holes aligned themselves down the dead center for what seemed to mimic the idea of a flute. Hope itself was needed to wonder who could play using such a tiny piece of rock. 

"This is yours, take it for yourself. It's of no charge... but just make sure you keep it in mind, boy." The sinister looking merchant placed the item in the player's coat pocket before he could have the time to decide upon accepting the gift. "They're heading this way now. No matter what you do, the fates have tied you two together for this task. The price for failure is the death of whomever you both shall decide upon." With a raspy chuckle, the NPC closed his eyes and went completely quiet after the laughter faded into the streets. "I bet you just pulled that out from off of the blanket behind you, didn't you?" When he had finally realized after a few minutes that his antagonizing questions weren't going to get him anywhere with the man, Zeke sat down beside him and imitated the exact same position that he was sitting in. Silently, they both sat there like statues until the one Zeke awaited actually showed up. He wasn't expecting anything, but the game had managed to prove him speechless before. So, he just tried to keep his eyes from blinking as best he could, in an attempt to scare the person he supposedly needed to meet.

It wasn't hard to notice that Kalesh was getting irritated by something, something that Zeke didn't really know what it was, but could only assume it was about his rude behavior to the player who had just came to the table. Zeke didn't look, he only sighed in silence, trying to relieve a bit of his own frustration without letting anyone hear it. He knew these types of situations were his weakness, and he didn't want anyone to know it until decided to change his attitude for the worse. 

"It really takes a lot of my patience when everyone I meet gets so upset at me just being myself." Scooting back the chair and slowly getting up and out of it, Zeke tried to keep his act together, but he always knew deep down that he wasn't a very good actor when he tried to pretend he wasn't bothered. Now, with both of his hands grasped onto the back-rest of the chair, he picked it up away from the side of the table he was sitting on, and then carried it over to sit it next to Kalesh's seat. "There, it's no longer in the way, your buddy can come sit next to you when he's done at the board, and maybe he can explain to you what sarcasm is." He explained his resentment right there and then, finally letting the newly-met man know that his decision to even talk to him was revenge enough for the accidental shove that Zeke had given him.

With a brush of his hand through the hair in front of his eyes, Zeke left to walk out of the tavern and stand against the wall next to the entrance, his body being held up by the angle at which is leg dug into the porch of the building. (Let's see here, I have to accept his water just because he wants me to? And if I talk so weird, I guess I won't talk at all anymore. How do people not see the little things they do that are so annoying?) He thought to himself while trying to hold back the surge of emotion coming through to his chest. His depression was kicking in, so he couldn't really notice that someone was watching him from across the sand-covered town. 

During the periods of talking that the Kalesh guy would do, Zeke tapped the bottom of the chair with his fingers, doing so rhythmically to entertain himself with one of his favorite songs in mind. He was still taking in all of the information, but he didn't appear to be too focused on the red-haired male that took the time to even talk to him. Favorably, the song kept his mind busy while he looked around the room at all of the other players. This would be a time when he would worry about all of the ways they could be judging him, but the constant bring up of song lyrics helped push out any structure of a worrisome thought. Suddenly, his view came right back to Kalesh out of nowhere, his response showing that he actually did remember the guy's words during his own humming and look around the room. 

"I thought so. I never really knew that, but I could presume just from the fact that I've been burnt and freezing before, and you could guess which one was the more pleasant experience. They go all so well together, though. That's like a life lesson. Together, we're all much better than we are separate, especially when we come right after one another when you least expect it." He meant the part of his statement that seemed to trail off wildly at the end. In his own, now vacant, thoughts, this was considered to be a joke, but was not explained to be one, or sounded like one at all in the way he spoke it. "And not to me! I'd much rather get shoved down than get my head slammed against the table by somebody else. Not too many people would do that to my head as gently as I did. Falling on the floor would at least be somewhat cushioned." He spared the details of what he had meant before the two were interrupted by someone else who had been waiting to use the bounty board.

"Do ya mind moving the hell out of the way? I've been waiting for the past ten minutes." Immediately, Zeke scooted his chair over and away from the person talking almost right into his ear. The problem was, he now sat even more so in front of the bounty board than he did before, the chair's back-rest was now touching the board itself. "Sorry, I didn't know you wanted to sit with us. You didn't have to wait." With only a slight look of anger now forming on the stranger's face, he angled his eyebrows and walked off after a couple of seconds of exchanging looks with the smiling player that resided at the table. Zeke seemed to not be bothered by any of it, but did yell out something to him as he made it halfway across the room. "By the way! My name is Zeke Yvell!" The introduction was sadly ignored, but the turn of events had fortunately led to an interesting way that Kalesh could learn of Zeke's name... along with everyone else in the tavern.

Zeke let the scarf fall along with his hand, the hand falling into his lap with his other one, where they would both grasp onto each other with entangled fingers. Both arms were mostly hidden underneath the table-top, and his posture after fixing his positioning in the seat would be that of someone who was about to eat a food challenge with only their mouth; his chest pressed tightly against the table, and his chin now hovered over the wooden surface. This was clearly not a recommended way to sit unless you wanted a problematic spine in the future.

Much more clear in his now closer face, the heavily clothed male quickly looked down towards the waterskin as if the person he was talking to had some weird habit of keeping his belongings at a certain point on top of the table. (I know how annoying those obsessions can get, too. Not a good thing to have if you're nervous about your belongings getting stolen, though.) 

"Having the same color scheme as a bunch of your guildies was surely a problem in some regards, right? Wouldn't be better to discard a fun idea in order to have some variety in the guild? You must have some cuties you would like to approach, so it can't be too great when you accidentally walk up and talk to the wrong person." Zeke then began to act out how such a scenario would go. "Oh, hey Tenen! I wanted to see if you would like to go out together some time? I'm actually her twin brother... You know she's already going out with Ryven, don't you?" The voice for the twin brother was much deeper than any man could hope to naturally achieve without smoking every second and gargling shards of glass. 

"And yeah, look at it this way. I would much rather die from being frozen to death than being set on fire. Fire can magnify itself much higher than the cold can. This doesn't really add anything relevant to the point, but I like to look at everything from a very scrupulous point of view... I remember things so trivial sometimes, and I can stress myself out over anything. My brain is against me most of the time." He lowered head at a fast rate, slamming his head face down on the surface of the table; he quickly rose back up after hurting himself, pretending like it had no effect on him at all. "That's more like player-killing than shoving me onto the floor." He was referencing the slam of his head, with the hint of a chuckle being restrained behind his slightly higher tone of voice.

With his face rested straight down within the gap of his connected arms, Zeke saw only the dark wood of the table now that his head was keeping everything out like an imaginary barrier. Dark colors always calmed him down, but if he were to spend too much time doing this, he would have fallen asleep or had gotten depressed; it was always the little things with him. Thankfully, someone decided to pour something on him. It didn't matter if it was coffee or the collected liquids from within a spittoon, as long as it was cold. He would accept any intent to be bullied by someone with the most gracious of attitudes, doing the unexpected to keep the person bothering him from doing even more embarrassing things to him.

"Thank you so muuuuuch..." His head rose to see someone with magnificently red hair walking to the other side of the table, taking a seat where he would directly face the shy and sweaty maniac, no qualms given about how awkward it would be for them to stare into each other's eyes. "That green too... you have it." Zeke's mind wandered carefully while his body sit up straight in the chair as quickly as it could. (Those colors are so nice. I remember them easily. To think you would share the trait of one of my personal demons.) He thought. Within half of a minute, the soaked male snapped into focus at the one who had apparently just wanted to help him.

"Yeah, I can't stand it. I love the cold, though. It's an obvious and outright pain that comes with the love for a nice breeze or traumatic event of almost being drowned." If anything could set someone's weirdo alerts off, it would be Zeke's out of place laughing. He would normally be too shy to talk so much to someone he didn't know, and instead of laughing he would always chuckle instead like he was plotting a murder... but now? Now he was sounding giggles like some comical super-villain from a comic book. 

Wiping his forehead with the now wet scarf he started to wear again after such a long time, the soaked-in moisture of the clothing article could be squeezed out for a tinier bit of heat-relief whenever he wanted it. " Sorry for bumping into you. I lose my head when I get like this. It's not easy being cheesy-Sorry! I'm getting distracted!" His worry was showing for a brief moment while he tried to brush off his own manners in the situation. "But, yeah, I'm not feeling so good right now, but I'm not much better when I'm cooled down. What made you not want to knock me flat?" Zeke asked casually while he held one end of his scarf up to his forehead; nothing about his question showed any sign of uneasiness with bringing up the accident, but his glare from behind the fabric was menacing.

Amen!

Welcome to the site, Alexa. May your excitement be rewarded with an equal amount of joy, here.

Starting out from one of the gates around the town of beginnings, Zeke had no other goal on his mind other than the to go out and finally kill something. It had been forever since the fishing fiasco, and he had finally gotten up the nerve to give his days meaning again. In the back of his mind, a slight feeling kept trying to creep back up, but he had gotten used to it by now. Assuming whatever sun he could get, it would help him forget about the ill-felt thought for the time being. The breeze was pleasant today, and Zeke had begun feeling the wind pass through his new appearance. In what would surprise any of the people that knew him well enough, he had ditched the coat he wore for so long, leaving it hidden within his inventory along with the cursed fishing rod. There was the time he had ridden himself of his old scarf, so maybe someone could've expected this from him; shedding more past events like an old skin to try and fulfill the insatiable lust inside of him; it kept calling out for him to change himself, but the stubborn mentality of the male would continuously have him revert himself back into what he thought was truly best.

In a way, he was glad he would be out on the first floor again today, this way no one could see the somewhat embarrassing style he was displaying atop his body. The all-cloth ensemble was a very boring and casual tan and brown; the sleeves of the long-sleeve v-neck shirt were cut a little shorter than normal shirts of the same sleeve length, hanging higher than even the wrists to stop at around three inches from the wrist itself. Also, as if the shirt was sewn together without a second thought towards quality, two patches of cloth around the elbows appeared to be sewn onto the rest of the material after it had been finished; both of the patches were a much darker brown than the tan that gave life to every other part of the shirt, and could also be found on the designated areas of the knees when looking at the matching pants, or the shoulders of the same top. It was someone's sick idea to make clothes match by them looking to be handcrafted from some inanimate object. At least the footwear was nice, and probably his favorite part, since they were practically without design, and didn't require tying. Both shoes were as dark-brown as the patches on the knees, shoulders and elbows, and were closely related in appearance to a pair of men's native-american footwear.

Crap, I got mud on my face, I'm such a disgrace, better kick my can all over the place. No problems, Man. ^^

I'm really confused, but welcome nonetheless.