Jomei

The resonating sound of claws raking against a metal surface shrieked through the air, drowning out other sounds of battle for a split moment. A quick shift of his kneeling stance and Jomei turned himself around to see how his companion was doing. Were it nerves, thoughts of their prior conversation, or just bad luck of the dice, Lessa had swung and missed her target, opening up herself for a quick counter attack from the Hellhound. Pushing the toe of his boot into the dirt, Jomei sprung up from a kneel and immediately took to a jog to close the distance between himself and Lessa. These

"I have to fight Alkor next." The crevices that formed upon his forehead were deep with concern given the very few words Lessa shared about her upcoming, round 2 fight. A constant theme of the day, brought up by multiple persons in the span of a few hours, was that this tournament was based upon comraderie and the formation of bonds. Lessa and Alkor already had history, whether that relationship between them had remained was still unknown, despite his lengthy conversation with the latter of the two. So hearing that the two were matched up to face eachother in a friendly duel, he woul

Jomei sat there at the piano, with his hair tied back into a messy bun, wearing clothes that.. if he was being honest.. he sometimes slept in. There were no boss fights coming up, he had no guild to attend to.. he didn't have too many friends to worry about anymore. Days like these where he sat in the confides of the music hall, plucking away at the strings of a lute or pressing the keys of the piano until the night fell, were days when he had absolutely nothing of importance on his mind. So looking around the room, he turned back to Astreya, a bit of a sheepish smirk painted his face. "Don't

Thread Complete Total Words: 17374 / 30 = 580 * 5 = 2900 * Tier Player Tier EXP Col (P.5) @Baldur 9 --- --- @Astreya 3 2175 --- @Jomei 9 6525 979 @Mina 4 --- --- @Koga 7 5075 762 @NIGHT 11 7975 1197

Watching as the other three came aboard, Vigilon included, the hooded Jomei looked to the older gentleman who claimed he knew how to operate this large piece of flying machinery with hardened curiosity. "You sure you know how to fly this thing? I don't think I've ever seen one of these in Aincrad before." Technology and magic, for as far as they knew, was unexplored grounds in the world of Aincrad. Many residents of previous floors claimed magic didn't exist, especially given that they players could not cast spells as they might have been able to in other games. Technology was a whole di

"The breathing will come second nature to you" he said with a nod. "You don't want to think too hard on it, or else you'll focus more on that than your singing." His shoulders rose and fell with a quick shrug, chuckling to himself. "Honestly, I sometimes finding myself breathing this way even if I'm not singing. If I'm just taking in a deep breath. You'll get the hang of it." He began to play the smaller scales, allowing Astreya to mimic the pitch of each note after he had concluded. 'Do' was a little flat at the start, but she managed to climb the scale a bit better, the descent, howeve

A hooked smirk added to his determined expression when he saw a bit of that spark come to life in Lessa's eyes once again. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that. Besides, I don't think the new friend you made in town would be too happy to hear we ditched the quest before even attempting it." With a half turn from Lessa, Jomei looked towards the entrance to the volcano. It had been some time since he had done any fighting, well before Telrenya had left. He was confident in his level that they would have no issue taking down the Cerberus and any other monsters that stood in the way.. he more

Jomei found himself breathing along with Astreya, sitting with a straight back at the piano. Flowing through the motions, he took in an inhale, imagining the air heavy as it entered through his lungs and plunged down into his stomach. Then, like pushing air out of a bag, he allowed the air to flow back up through his lungs and out a slightly parted mouth. The only sounds filling the room, aside from the muffled noises of passerbys outside of his window, were the deep inhales and exhales each of them took. That was, until Astreya attempted her lullaby once again, this time in front of a live au

Into each other? No, not likely. Was he into her? ... It was starting to seem that way. But she was still in a relationship, albeit not one that made her very happy, and he was just out of a long term one. It just wasn't in the cards right now, so it was probably better he kept those thoughts to himself. He simply dismissed Astreya's assumptions with a sigh. Finally getting down to it, Jomei had requested Astrya show him the song she had composed on her own. Green eyes watched as she procured the palm sized crystal from her inventory. Tapping on the surface of it caused it to spring to l

Moving across the room, the ginger reached down to grab the guitar he had haphazardly placed before responding to Astreya's call. He listened to her as she spoke, a small smile on his face as he retrieved the instrument and began walking it over to an empty stand along the wall. At the mention of seeing him 'chatting with that pretty blonde' his cheeks flushed red, despite facing away from Astreya at the time. The instrument nearly slipped from his fingers as her comment caught him off guard, accidentally tapping some of the strings as he caught himself. Finally setting the guitar down, he wou

Astreya had given him a small out, would have made him feel incredibly guilty, but that small sliver of escape was there if he wanted to take it. With a shake of his head, Jomei smiled, "Well, really, the range of performers is a bit larger than it is for some of the other professions. What I mean by that is, you can really rely on whatever your form of talent is. I've seen performers who sing, play instruments, even dance... Though how that works from a crafting standpoint.. I don't really know." A small clap of his hands ended the tiny tangent and brought him back on target, "But, what I mea

Sometimes Jomei forgot that, technically, his music room was a performer's shop. It definitely wasn't set up like one, and he sure as hell didn't craft anything to sell. Music was his passion, he enjoyed it more as a hobby than a career. "No no its fine." he said with a breathy chuckle, "You just surprised me is all." Stepping from the open doorway, his arms crossed at his front, he would lean a shoulder on the wall beside him as he listened to Astreya's plight, also apologizing for 'ditching' him at Koga's party. Without words he shook his head, a palm facing outward as if to tell her 'd

Jomei the emerald duelist Just before the turn of the new year, Jomei had lost his muse. The constant urge he had to perform and compose had wisped away once he was, once again, left alone to his devices. Hours upon hours were spent staring at blank sheets of paper, his pencil only able to create the swirling image of a treble clef at the start of the page. No notes or chords filled the empty score afterwards, and the book would close on another failure of a day. During the holidays, however, things had suddenly chanced for the Ir

Jomei the emerald duelist Clap Clap Clap The sudden, sharp noise drew the attention of the players, their conversations easing to hushed whispers, if not coming to an abrupt end. Baldur began to address the players, expressing gratitude for their participation, and congratulating the winners of the tournament's first round. It was a pretty even spread of winners, veteran players and names he could only assume were late starters. He was actually pretty shocked to hear that Calrex had taken a loss, reminiscing on the two's previous d

Jomei the emerald duelist

Jomei the emerald duelist A simple message sent to the players, a promise for adventure and mystery awaited them as they were to journey to Floor Twenty Six.. the city of Landonia.. to explore a tower --normally unfit for players to enter-- as riots and threats of full on revolution kept the militants of the city distracted. Who would have thought that a small handful of players diverting from the course could incite a full blown civil war. At least, that's how it seemed to him.. The constantly moving and chanting masse

Thread Complete 40 Posts (800 Col) 12406 Words / 30 = 413 * 5 = 2065 Looted Rewards: 37600 Col | 12 Materials Dungeon Rewards: 44 Mats (ea) | 28000 Col (ea) | 100,000 Col (Party) ID 203715 | LD 13 - Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield with one guaranteed Unique Enhancement. Jomei T9 26835 EXP | 2065 * 9 = 18585 + 1250 (Wave 1) + 2500 (Wave 2) + 4500 (Wave 3) 101,225 Col |400 (Thread) + 18,800 (Monster) + 28,000 (Wave 2) + 50,000 (Wave 3) + 4025 (Paragon) 50 Materials | 6 (Monster) + 44 (Wave 1) Hirru T8 24770 EXP | 2065 * 8 = 16520 + 1250 (Wave 1) + 2500 (Wave 2)

A geyser far off sent a stream of boiling steam into the air, distant, but the resounding hiss heard as though they were standing right over it. Swords clashed against a rock golem as players fought against a monster, Jomei could hear distinguish their voices as they called out battle strategies, yet their figures were nothing by small specks of color with how far away they battled from the two. All the sounds that this floor had to offer could be heard as a blanket of silence fell over Jomei and Lessa, his final words sticking to the humid air. The only sound that pierced the quiet was

Nihilim's Wrath slowly slid back into the scabbard that hung off of Jomei's belt, his eyes watching the blackened steel until the guard tapped against the open mouth of the sheath. His body remained facing in the direction where the boss had fallen, his gaze rising to look outwards into the forest around the, now free of the sea of thick fog. The duelist felt a newfound confidence within him after taking down a dungeon's boss on his own. At one point, even taking on such an enemy with a second damage dealer proved to be troublesome. Though, without Hirru's help, Jomei probably would not have m

"Very well said" Jomei echoed Morningstar's comment towards Freyd's poetic opinion on the tournament. "Having these events where everyone can get together is always great.. its just nice that its not tied to some boss we have to fight, or one whipped up by the game itself. It feels.. just more natural and enjoyable, being put together by a friend." "Perhaps sometime after the tournament." Jomei said with a nod, "I've been slowly working back up to getting out there and finishing up some quests on my list. Can't let myself fall too behind you guys." He added with a hooked smile.

A last ditch effort to throw off the players looking to slay it, the Fog focused on its mind games once more. Various faces swapped out, frantically and quickly, but lingering just long enough so the strong emotions plastered on their faces were conveyed. Standing just within arms length of the fog, the features of the players of their past protruded enough to where Jomei was, quite literally, face to face with them. The visage of Lowenthal, pain and sadness behind a forced smile.. Telrenya, anger and sadness towards a loving relationship that crumpled rather quickly. As another face see

A small hum of a laugh accompanied a hooked smirk. "Luck? Not sure if I would call winning a duel luck. Give yourself some more credit." A hand extended from underneath his cloak, patting Morningstar on outer bicep. "Hirru's been putting a lot of focus into healing skills lately, so he probably had the blow the dust off of his fighting capabilities." Without the use of sword arts and skills, the duelists needed to rely on any abilities they carried over from their real lives, or those they picked up within Aincrad. It truly showed who depended on Cardinal to carry them through the game, and wh

Standing off a ways behind the crowds that gathered to watch the final fights of the first round come to a close, Jomei peered over their heads. A neutral expression on his face as he absently watched the clash of wooden weapons. Eyes did not follow when the opponents moved across the tatami mats, revealing his mind was somewhere else. His arms poked out from under the long, green fabric that was draped over his shoulders, tucking into each other as he stood with them crossed. This day wasn't really going the way he had hoped it would. An unfamiliar voice peaked up, pulling him bac

-- After thread with Alkor-- "I should probably return this to Baldur.." Jomei said to himself as he eyed the finely crafted, wooden sword that he held across the palms of his hands. Rather than shoving the sword back into the cloth belt of his hakama for show, he allowed to bokken to retreat into his inventory, vanishing from his hands with a flash of white light. A slightly defeated sigh eased through his slightly parted lips, "Probably not going to need it anyway" his voice defeated, but not discouraged. Retrieving his green cloak from his inventory, he allowed the garment to fall over