Jomei

Jomei frowned slightly at Lessa's almost pessimistic, but somewhat realistic, view of finding a lover to share her time with while in Aincrad. Yeah, Jomei had just said virtually the same thing, but he knew deep down that it was something that they, as young adults, could not --and frankly should not-- avoid. He started with a small exhale, as he quickly collected his thoughts on how to proceed. "Listen, like I said earlier, we are humans. Its just.. in our nature to seek out someone we want to spend time with, whether its platonically, or romantically. I've found that extreme loneliness is th

Olive eyes met Lessa's as she went through her own reasonings as to why breakups are so much harder in Aincrad. Jomei could agree, to a point, but could also argue the opposite. Hardly stifling a chuckle, he would furrow his brows slightly and speak his mind. "You would think that with more pressing matters at hand, like actually getting out of this virtual world, or staying alive every day, we wouldn't let things like relationships and breakups tear us down. But.. I suppose that's just us keeping hold on our humanity. Reminds us that, inside of these virtual copies of our bodies lives our act

Jomei turned his head towards the man who stood near him, a gentleman who seemed to have quite a few years over Jomei wearing a Santa Claus getup that may have been made for someone a bit smaller than him. Jomei wasn't one to judge though, tis the season for such shenanigans. He held up a green, glass bottle, the liquid sloshing inside as he moved it towards the ginger. Jomei peered at the visible label, the kanji printed on it quickly translated to English as his eyes focused on it... though one did not really need the translation to recognize a bottle of sake. Looking back at the man,

It was not long before a response from each of the men cam rolling in. The first chime sounded, a response from Macradon. The ginger smiled softly, thankful that Macradon was indeed up to hanging out. Sitting forward, slightly hunched, Jomei tapped the incoming message with the side of his thumb and began to formulate a response. However, before he could finish, he was notified of a second response; this time from Baldur. While Macradon had suggested the fourth floor, Baldur went a bit further in their plans to also suggest tackling a field boss on the 19th floor. Both ideas had the same resul

Just as soon as the conversation had started, it had ended. Astreya had excused herself to greet someone that they were already acquainted with. Understandable, since Jomei felt himself an awkward partner to small talk with. Not long after, the two, and a couple others included, were attending to a slightly chaotic display at the dessert table. A pink haired girl, who Jomei recognized but did not know, had allowed her slimy companion to slurp up some of the desserts to make room for some of her own. The ginger let out a small sigh through his nostrils as his head drooped a bit. "I was wonderin

The quiet townhouse was becoming a bit of a bore, or maybe that was just him. Sitting around all day with no other company than the brown owl that could only respond in coos and screeches. Although, Jomei was starting to get a bit more used to his familiar's language, and their communication skills seemed to be improving... Or it was just the way cardinal programmed the familiars. Why have an animal companion that you could not grow to understand and vice-versa. "I'll call for you if I need you." Jomei said to Adere as they stepped out of his apartment. With a shrug of his shoulder, the bird l

Jomei could not help but smile at the warm invitation, "Thank you". It seemed his mention of his musical talent caught the attention of another party-goer. A girl, possibly a few years younger than him, asked about his musical prowess, and mentioned that she too took the Performer profession. The Irishman nodded, "Both, actually. I played a bit of music in the real world before all of this.. and when I saw that Performers were a thing, I jumped on board." He rubs the nape of his neck with a small smirk, "I couldn't really tell you much about the actual profession though, I'm really not much in

A holiday party? The lady time Jomei had attended a holiday party was when he threw one himself with the fellow members of the Holy Dragon Alliance. A simpler time, when he had all the friends he needed and the love of his life by his side. As the memory of that joyous time faded, the ginger was left in the same apartment.. just undecorated and he alone. Honestly, he had considered just not doing anything this season. Just let the holiday pass and go on, business as usual. But he had to admit, he always did enjoy this time of year. Originally he considered trying to put together something

After tossing the key to the blonde haired girl, Jomei rose to his feet and pulled his jacket back on. He turned his attention back towards the locks, realizing that it was taking a bit longer for the girl to use the key than her had expected. "Everything okay?" Jomei asked as he took a few steps in her direction. Just to stand by and watch as the last two keys were inserted into their slots, hopefully revealing the way out. Suddenly, the girl stepped from the chair landing onto Jomei's shoulders. "H-Hey wait!" Jomei shouted as he adjusted his feet, trying to avoid from toppling over. On

After turning the key in the second lock, Jomei felt the click as it disengaged.. but could have sworn he felt some sort of rumble as well. Slight, but ever present after turning that key. Had something else revealed itself? Or possible it was just the sound of the inner machinations of this quadruple locked doorway. If that was the case, why did he still feel it. It wasn't until one of the other girls who was plowing through book after book searching for a key mentioned it being a bit less echo-ey in the room. A careful look around at the décor on the walls revealed the situation that they we

Stepping back from the bookshelf and looking over at the others, he saw that they were a bit more successful than himself. With the amount of books in this study, it was a wonder they were able to find any within the thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of pages tucked away. He took the moment of solace to look at the other players in the vicinity of him.. most of them unfamiliar to him. One or two seemed familiar, at best, but he could not place a name to any faces. For a moment, he thought to himself again, what was he even doing here. He came here to get his mind off of things and pull h

Following up behind the last of the players, Jomei climbed the rope ladder up. He took one last glance down at the NPCs that had been thrown into the pit as a way to help the players and bypass the teetering pedestal. With a sigh, Jomei continues up the ladder. Eventually, they find themselves in a lavish room, a study of sorts. For the amount of players in here, it was a bit cramped.. but at least there was no immediate danger they all needed to team up to conquer. However... a means of proceeding to the next level was not prevalent. Glancing upward, Jomei noticed a small alcove with va

Aside from just a friendly visit, which Jomei always appreciated from his friends, it seemed Lessa had caught wind of his current predicament. How, he was most curious, given he really didn't speak with anyone since, let alone told anyone. Plus, it wasn't like her and Telrenya were friends.. he couldn't even recall a time the two had formally met. Despite his curiosity, he supposed it did make having to break his new status to the world, especially after being dubbed "Aincrad's Power Couple" not too long ago. Jomei sat on the edge of the arm chair that sat perpendicular to Lessa's. His f

Jomei first heard the shouts echoing from high above him, shouts of justice and rebellion. As he looked up towards the source, his olive eyes went wide with shock as, suddenly, it began literally raining bodies. Scrambling to his feet, Jomei barely dove out of the way before the NPCs came crashing down.. all of them experiencing the pain the the players were able to avoid them. Atop the writhing pyramid, a player, quite obviously the one behind the NPCs sudden drop. Using brute strength, she managed to push the stone slab off of its balancing spike. From there, it was much somehow simpler

Jomei rose his gaze to the rooftops across from his apartments, looking up to the sky as the sun had finally set, letting the stars take center stage. The streets sprung to life with its own sparkle, as strings of holiday lights snapped on, adding some color to the night. Despite the melancholy he felt within, he could not but feel slightly at ease. The decorations, the colder weather, and the overall season of joy and giving always brought a sense of peace and serenity with it. A small gust of wind tousled his ginger bangs into his face, and with closed eyes he pushed a hand upwards along his

<<Quest Details>> <<Floor 11 - Taft>> The house was just not the same anymore. Even before everything, when it was just him and Adere living here, it didn't seem this quiet. But now that its just the two of them once more, that eerie silence just never seems to lift. The breakup was mutual.. mostly. Jomei still couldn't help feel like he lost a part of him. Jomei hoped he could at least take grasp at his musical side to help piece his life back together.. even if just a little bit. However, as he stared at the sheet before him, staff devoid of any n

Jomei Stats and Equipment: From under the shadow of a dark, green hood, olive eyes watched the flying vessel depart from the docks towards the tower that pierced the clouds of the twenty-sixth floor. The player huffs a sigh through his nostrils.. annoyed at himself for dragging behind. As if that wasn't a metaphor for his life for the past few weeks.. months.. however long it had been. A bump to the shoulder from one of the NPCs that made up the crowd brought his gaze back to the rebellion at hand. He stood motionless, like a grounded stone in the middle of a flowing river, a

Character Name: Jomei Age: 24 Height: 6'3 Personality: A kind soul, always willing to jump in to help others in need. Constantly puts others before himself. Character Journal: [Journal] Character Name: Jevi Age: 22 Height: 5'9 Personality: Cold, but kind to those she feels deserves it. Builds up walls around her and tends to disappear for long periods of time. Character Journal: [link]

Current Level: 81 Current SP: 459 Link to SP Tracking: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Vestige of St. Patrick Item ID: Converted Boss Drop Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Light Armor Item Rarity: Demonic Item Enhancements: MIT | EVA | EVA | Holy Blessing Description: A long coat of green and black over a padded cloth turtleneck, leather chaps and knee high boots. Item Name: Vestige of St. Patrick

SP Tracking Total: 459 https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1RMSCSoqr0r6D7lQHrDwIlc1kch1AkIU1eLIEBzLiRa0/edit?usp=sharing Starting: 5 SP Quests: 227 SP

Jomei knew of a place to get potions, he had been there before and decided it right to head there again. The prices were fair, and there always seemed to be enough items in stock when he needed them. Cintamani, it was called, had a very welcoming atmosphere to it. The smell brought back deep memories of an old cafe he would visit to study for school. He hardly realized that he was smiling softly to himself as he stepped farther into the interior. His smile widened as he was greeted by the shop's owner, who seemed to be engrossed in some documents while sipping on what he could assume to be, by

If there was one thing Jomei was slowly learning about being an avid fighter, it was that raw power just would not cut it with the increasing difficulty of these floor bosses. There was a reason the profession quest was so prominent in a players formula for success, because players were in constant need of buffs. For a long time, Jomei ignored this fact and just depended on what he could do with his armor and weapon. However it was the potions and other consumables that really gave him, and everyone else, that extra kick they needed. On his way back from assisting a player with a quest o

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Familiar Training: Accurate Mod(s) Being Dropped: -- SP Refunded: 18 SP Cost: 18,000 col

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