Zeke

I'll PM you so it won't draw attention.

Okay, how about you? I meant to ask in a way that was saying why can't I, because I don't feel comfortable with one of them?

I originally asked this in a status update, but soon realized it would probably go unanswered if covered by other statuses. I want to ignore a member of staff, but it won't let me.

This is a list of the Staff here: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/248-your-sao-rpg-staff-team/

There are three player support members who would be the best for helping you out, but since there are only three, they're probably sleeping or just busy with something else. I'll help with what I can, should you want the help. Welcome to the site.

Edit: Someone more qualified will likely be on to help you by the time you get on again, nonetheless, welcome.

Edit what you need. If you need someone to look it over, I'm sure a pm would suffice as a notification.

Double posting is a no-no now. A heads up for you. *nod*

Welcome back, it sure has been a long time. I always wondered where you disappeared to. It's good to see you didn't forget us here. ^^

Well aren't you all self important all of a sudden? Just joking..." Zeke's shadow shrunk down to around a foot taller than he was, growing four extra human like legs as well before breaking them sideways against the ground with a loud crack so that the joints in each one could pop into a new position. Through Zeke's vision, he stared down a seven foot tall creature made of black; The legs resembled that of a centipede's created using the base of a human model's.

 

Editing at own pace.

Bread x bread, I love you. One acts while the other sleeps all day. Bravo to you if you decide to know this.

Zeke started to shake before the glare of the beast before him now; Observable more easily in the hand not grasping onto the only weapon he had, whether or not someone had ever noticed this about him, Zeke's hands violently shook when no anchor was available to them, such as the handle of a weapon. If his mind was ever stimulated with fear or anger the resulting anxiety simply amplified his already distraught mannerism.

"Don't play games with me... I haven't even finished talking, and we both know how violent and pointless things will get when pushed into that endless loop of desperation." Zeke smirked in a defensive manner, adapting what came from the behavior of others he had studied in the real world. "Before we inevitably fight, I'll tell you what I think about it. Listen or not, I'll tell you anyway. I know you can hear me thinking right now so I'll just push the idea through to my forethought."

(My theories are always changing and this might need your best attention so I don't go without knowing I at least told you clearly. I've considered it long and hard, and even though I have no right to claim knowing anything about what makes a living thing "good", I believe what makes a hero is the desire to change our history of darkness to something worth fighting for. It's true what they say, there is just good and evil, even if they don't know it yet. I will forever respect someone who gave themselves up to make their world a better place when all they could see was the darkness hidden below. Sacrificing your entire life and not just a moment of it is what makes a true hero to me.)

"Do you know what makes a hero?" Zeke looked toward the creature's eyes with a more intense focus than he would normally have produced during most situations. The answer wasn't as important to him as the thought process behind it, but reaching anything but the same conclusion than he had in mind, Zeke couldn't assume even this all knowing creature had done enough thinking on what exactly transmitted from his thoughts, into it's own.

"A hero? You still believe in those? Isn't it still in your head that any hero is just seeking approval through actions they're willing to risk? Given the opportunity, I'm sure you'd be psychotic enough to slaughter yourself for someone else who thinks you're just some overly dramatic, insanity driven deviant. I wouldn't have considered responding to this ignorant question had I known what you were going to ask ahead of time. Seems even I can unfortunately react too soon, but don't think I'll be the one dying here because of some oversight like that."

(This... "thing" had now decided that now was the best time to come out from behind the water's curtain, possibly leaving a chance to intimidate me in front of it. The body was suggested through the arms, but now it was proven that the figure was indeed humanoid in every aspect, only elongated to a stretching point that morbidly left the head twisted around upside down from the pressure put on the neck.)

"As I should have said a minute ago, my actual preference would be based on what is and isn't available on certain items. I prefer a mix of accuracy and offensive power. Defense is nice and all, but if you put out a flame before it hits the ground, what's the chance you'll be burned alive? That's how I see it anyhow, and I'm only saying anything about it because it's you asking. Skills will do enough defense for me." Zeke nodded, swinging the blade he prepared before speaking. No material came out though, and yet it still felt leagues better than risking his life for them.

*Yawn* "Staying in this place for too long is going to make me fall asleep. How about after a couple of more rounds of gathering, we head over to a more sunlit forest and gather herbs instead? I promised Marisa I would from time to time, but haven't yet. You can keep yours of course, just benefits me in two ways rather than one. Zeke ran his fingers through his hair, leaving the normally combed and spiky mess even messier now. He thought about the two friends he currently had active on his friend's list who actually opted to hang out with him, making his mind more at ease with the planning of the future from then on.

• Roll ID# 3151
• Battle: 7
• Craft: 4
• Loot: 11
• Mob: 6

Alright, thanks for answering. Didn't see it under the locked skills that are obtained through quests.

Made another topic to avoid double posting in my other question thread. Anyway, since fishing still hasn't come out, and probably will be conjoined with another profession, I am left without a profession still since completing the quest. Using that as an example, should I continue trying to earn meditation through the calming quest, since it is taken off the skill list now?

"As you said, you can't hide like the others... That's exactly why I like you." Unlike himself to do so, Zeke passed up the chance to go further in detail about why he thought this. Instead he exchanged the time for another crack at one more piece of material, failing to achieve the gather in the end result.

"Our gear? Do you mean for gathering, or just overall in battle? I attempted to obtain a blade before with pure strength boosted in all available slots. You would think it's a foolish thing to only invest in one tactic, but I've seen the same destructive idea in play many times before, proven to be nearly flawless in every way when put on a scale against any other practical strategies. Hilarious sort of when you experience it at and there onward from the fifth time. If I was being my normal self, the boosts available only on a certain piece of equipment would come first. Ignorance tends to be well hidden when in the light of importance; Making even the most rash decisions intelligent."

• Roll ID# 2849
• Battle: 8
• Craft: 9
• Loot: 3
• Mob: 6

"I may be crazy, but I am almost one-hundred percent honest with everything I say. Besides the small percentage of the time I lie, I only ever leave small details out. My words are still more true than practically anyone you meet, I bet on that. Also, why would you want to hear a lie that would only hurt you down the road? That's how I got to the point I'm at in the first place. Life is cruel, generous and thoughtful actions make things better, take away those and you get the mental manifestation of who I am. I know how rough and strict I am of other people, but they need to quit hiding behind masks like it's always Halloween. Most never learn, because I can see those disguises easily... You perhaps being the only exception of what I thought before-hand."

Swinging again at the orb of light on the wall, Zeke obtained another material. His luck was getting better for now it seemed, so he smiled again to himself this time. "You get materials from killing enemies? I had no idea, I've never gotten one that way before. You're probably right though." An obvious disinterest in the statement of going back to the issue was shown in Zeke's lack of response or action. He'd rather not fight with Rowan over something that he could figure out on his own, if he wanted to. He is an intelligent guy, Zeke thought, and was appropriately equipped to do what he wanted.

• Roll ID# 2571
• Battle: 3
• Craft: 7
• Loot: 18
• Mob: 5

+1 Material gained!

Just for that title alone, I am giving you a reputation

+1 on here. Welcome to the site. This topic will likely be redirected to introductions soon, but welcome to the site.

"I'd like to believe I am at least a little wise in these affairs. Maybe I'm just like the type of person I explained just now, someone who searches for answers in chaos when all that he finds is just sorrow." Zeke thought back to all of the nights he spent coaxing himself into finding reasoning for all the bad things that happened to him. Nothing ever answered his questions, so he was left to become happy with only the fragments of good he could discover.

 

Placing his left hand against his face, he calmed himself down within the darkness of his palm. Turning to face Rowan, Zeke's face had red marks along the edges of his forehead, marking every placement where he had dug his fingernails into the skin. "I think it would be best if this was ultimately left up to you for deciding. My advice is certainly not common, and is certainly not wise. If it was, why would I be standing here like this? I have you and one other on my friend's list, a passion for hating others, and I'm standing here on the brink of a breakdown during a conversation with someone I don't even know. My advice only manages to save me moral dignity, not happiness."

Zeke walked up to a glowing orb on the wall not so far away from Rowan and struck it the same as before. One material had been gained a lot quicker than expected, leaving a little smile on Zeke's face. "I will say one thing with the utmost certainty though, don't go back to someone who has caused you that much grief. Seems like they were unmerciful towards you, and that's not right one bit. If we are friends now, I am willing to look after you, so please stay away from that guild."

• Roll ID# 2210
• Battle: 5
• Craft: 6
• Loot: 17
• Mob: 6

+1 Material gained!

Waiting for every last word of information to come from, Rowan before saying anything, or striking for more material, Zeke placed everything together, but it all didn't fit quite as neatly as he wanted to. Something still wasn't being told, but, Zeke knew that was understandable from what he had experienced before. Raising his head back against the wall of sharp rock, Zeke winced at the pain, but it helped him jolt some thinking into his noggin.

 

"I'm going to list this in order so that dealing with it is more organized. First thing is a question I want to ask, do you wish to solve this issue, and rejoin the guild with the particular problem? If you do then I'll continue on just for that notion from you."

 

"Guilds are almost always pointless, at least for this game it is. The trouble in comparison to the benefit is almost ridiculous. These are my views, but people tend to be more different inside than outside. It is very likely that not only guild members are going to build tension between one another, but also independent players like me and you. It feels like natural human law to cling to others similar to you or your views as a friend, while discarding or deceiving those whom you could not want anything to do with. With everyone figuring out life for themselves, walls are put up to prevent confusion from entering into the mix, and therefore distorting the initial view of reality. Those who have been immensely distorted already tend to lose control of themselves and shape together their own version of life as everyone knows it, which makes them stray far from what is socially acceptable while considering it perfectly fine."

However... some do become accustomed to this madness over time since those who do not commit suicide delve deeper and deeper until they can pluck away the wrong things from right, simply because of trial and error. That is usually caused by being around others who have not stressed the same errors, or maybe because they are told by others with the same issue to accept it as normal when it is indeed not by lack of answer or reasoning for themselves, a temporary answer as I would call it." Zeke kept rambling on as he dug his weapon from the ground and readied another strike at the ore beside him.

"It all comes down to emotional/mental health, those who can not accept to overcome the evil in this world succumb to it until they are nothing left, leaving them vulnerable and easily ridden of. What I am basically saying all in all, surround yourself with those you can trust, and who build you up when you are at your at the end of your rope. Giving yourself to those you don't know or trust, is an easy recipe for destruction to your own well being." Zeke turned around from, Rowan's direction and swung the blade against the ore vein once more, failing the third attempt to do so before he started make himself crazed with anger, slouching forward against the wall again with his arm hold his body up on it's feet.

• Roll ID# 2125
• Battle: 7
• Craft: 8
• Loot: 1
• Mob: 2

"I hope that same luck doesn't skewer somebody standing behind me, in the future." Zeke chuckled, fetching the sword with laziness in every step. Luckily for his drive right now, he didn't have to go far to adjust his energy to a nearby ore vein. "One second please..." Zeke swung his sword with less force this time, using caution in his swing to compare results with his first attempt. Nothing had changed of course. It seems his luck was going to carry with him still like a dark cloud.

Digging his sword's blade into the dirt of the cave, Zeke thought back on what, Rowan had said to him, taking in the message to filter through the many different nets of his mind, seeing which path would be best for the current situation presented. Taking the time to do so, Zeke rested his back against the crags and rocks aligned in the tunnel, leaving his index finger and thumb to rest his chin for the time being. "If you have any more details about what provoked everything, it would be a lot easier for me to come up with my thoughts on an answer. How were you banished, so to speak, but not actually? What happened to make it not go so well? Those the two key factors here to think further upon."

 

Zeke shook his head no when he was thought to be judging of the ordeal, Rowan presented. Zeke was a normally judgmental person, but, Rowan was leaps and bounds further than almost anyone before when it came to deserving his mind's eye.

• Roll ID# 2073
• Battle: 9
• Craft: 4
• Loot: 3 
• Mob: 10

"Got it, I'll just avoid all stones except the ones I will be swinging at." He stated while dodging one as he spoke.

Rowan was growing quickly on, Zeke, he was all around nice from what Zeke could tell so far. It wasn't the same feeling he had with others, where Zeke just felt a nagging headache grow with every word he traded to them. Rowan hadn't even so much as touched one of his sensitive nerves, and if that didn't mean somebody he was going to be able to trust, he might as well forsaken that idea all together then.

Following, Rowan along at the same speed, Zeke kept an eye out for more enemies as, Rowan searched for the correct way to go. A nice little team they had going on for such a gathering, but after last time, Zeke was worried even more, and that was saying something for the jittery minded scared-cat.

Zeke's friend had the first luck of the trip by determining a good spot that then provided for him easily. It looked too simple, but, Rowan was probably a master at this already, Zeke thought. During his attempt to mimic such a complex ease, Zeke struck the nearest ore with a high intensity to the force. Merely ricocheting his blade off of the sturdy rock wall, Zeke's arm flew back, sending his blade into the opposite wall of the two. "Oops... heh-heh?"

• Roll ID# 2042
• Battle: 2
• Craft: 3
• Loot: 6
• Mob: 9
   

"Normal habits change nothing except for the risk you're taking, makes it harder to cope. I'm fine with you being cautious." Zeke nodded, clenching his fingers around each brim on the collar of his jacket, tugging them inward towards the center of his chest before running after, Rowan. "Do you know anyway of easily telling them apart from the ground? I'm a little worried after last time we fought together. If you die this time, it will spell the end for the both of us very likely."  Zeke's eyes already searched the ground ahead of where they walked, taking very little distraction from how he would normally behave when walking, as he was a clumsy person still unknown to many. He went so far to avoid every rock in front of the his feet, so he wouldn't fall on his face, and embarrass himself.

"I'm glad you still remember me. It wasn't long before we were separated again, so I'm a little shocked." Zeke admitted, and put his sword back into it's sheath. "I was feeling a little hesitant when you were startled, thought we were going to end up fighting. Excuse the behavior though, I don't know who to trust anymore." Zeke walked over to extend his hand for a shake, letting their meeting this time be their official one. "It's nice to formally meet you. I haven't done any gathering before, not except for one occasion that was rather off... Anyway, let's get heading. Nothing will get done with us standing here exchanging pleasantries." He offered a smile to the player, feeling vulnerable enough to offer one up front, unlike usual.

Why would the Hydra matter?

I got them right, though.