Aramail

(OoC: Gauntlets would be nice)

Aramail slammed her fist into her open palm. "Alright, now you're talking!" She said, excitedly. It was about time she got out and back into the field. And whatever it was they fought, it sure beat waiting around for the now absent prick from earlier. Aramail had actually not fought anything other then that trial martial artist when she unlocked her Martial Art skill. "Actually, now that I think about it. I don't think I'll do much in terms of damage." She said, almost sheepishly. She had almost forgotten that they were stuck in a death game, where skills and numbers mattered. Unlike the real world, where she actually knew how to fight, in this one she seemed to be 'rusty' of a sorts. "I don't suppose that, you'd have anything to increase my martial art damage output?" Aramail asked, almost ashamed.

I'll be attempting this with a fellow guild mate, Lawfer.

Aramail took the cloak in her hands, and politely put it on. It was thick, and heavy. The color was a deep red as well, which made sense. She would've preferred a different color, but guilds would be guilds she assumed. Mack opened his menu and pulled a medallion out of his inventory. Aramail took a step back, as Mack was getting uncomfortable close to her. "I'll, put it on myself. I'm a grown woman dammit." She said, taking the medallion from him and putting it around her neck. She hardly knew Mack, and she didn't like her space being invaded. She added the cloak and the medallion into her inventory, seeing as the items were only of a 'good' quality. Sure they looked good, but they provided no tactical advantages whatsoever. "Alright, so other then those items. Anything I have to do on my end?" Aramail said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

(OoC: I am a martial artist at heart, so heavy armor or shields are a no. Perhaps a punch knife, or metal gloves. But for RP reasons I'd like to stick with light armor.)

Aramail crossed her arms, and cocked her body to the side as Mack went on and on about 'the guild this' and 'the guild that'. Finally he said something that was at least pertainable to Aramail. The fact that she could have all of his good quality items, to use in place of materials for her shop. "That is true. I do want to get my merchant leveled up as quick as I can." Aramail said, both honest and a bit of a fibber. She wanted it to level up, but she didn't want the interaction that came with people. She had enough of people in the real world when she was a secretary. She cracked her knuckles, as Mack suggested that they begin the introduction. "Alright then. What's the plan?" Aramail asked, just excited to get out of the starting town.

Aramail let out a quick sigh, as the she followed the ginger out the door. And as he quickly made his way down the street, she hollered out after him. "I hope you have a WONDERFUL DAY! Come back SOON!" She hollered out, before slamming the door to her shop, and switched the sign to 'Closed'. She walked over to her counter and dropped her head on it with a solid thud. "Ugh. Good job Aramail. Now he's gonna go around, and tell people about how weird you are. And then, your gonna lose any business that you had hopes of having." She said as she bashed her head against the counter slowly. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." She repeated to herself each time her head thumped against the wooden counter.

+2150Col
+1Exp

-1 Teleportation Crystal

Aramail had closed up her shop for the first time, in what seemed like forever. As she stepped outside, she stretched her arms above her head and gave out a long yawn. Today was the day that she'd try her hand at joining one of those, guilds. She didn't see the point of being part of such a large group, other then the immense business that it would bring. And after asking questions about the guilds, it seemed that the Crimson Blades were the best bet. Azure was asinine, and led by elitist filth. Velvet Room was much to campy, and the guild was going to 'psychoanalyze' her for her guild ranking, or whatever. And Knights of the Red somethings, took the 'RP' part of 'RPG' to damn serious. She sighed as she walked down the cobbled road to her destination. As she reached the designated meeting spot, she brushed her hair from her face. "So, you must be Mack then. Leader of the Crimson Blade. Good to finally meet'cha." Aramail said, adjusting her top real quick, before offering her hand to shake.

Aramail nodded, politely as she placed a Teleportation crystal on the counter. "Will that be all?" She asked. "No jokes? No witty remark? No nothing?" Aramail said, her eye visibly twitching. "Y'know what?" She said, her tone escaping her normal tone. She stepped around the counter, and stepped closer to the red head in her shop. "Y'know, I really want to deck you right in that smug face of yours." She said, getting awkwardly close to him. Almost to the point of climbing on top of him. "I have had it up to here." Aramail raised her hand to the level of her eyes. "With people's bullshit. And I am completely ready, to kick someone's ass." She said backing away from the red head. "So, you say something that's [censored] cute. I'll punch you right out of this store." She said, returning to behind her counter. "Now that that's out of the way. Will that be all?" Aramail asked again.

Aramail nodded as yet, another customer walked inside. What happened that gave her so much business in the last five minutes then the last month. Perhaps there was a raid going on, or a party. Aramail took the coins and counted them. She reached under the counter and pulled an Immolation Potion, which granted the drinker the thorns enhancement. She placed the potion on the counter for the man in front of her, and placed the Col into her inventory. "Thank you for your business. I hope I'll see you again soon." She said, almost forced. As if she was reciting the line for the 50th time.

+420 Col
+1 Exp

-1 Immolation Potion

Aramail recounted the total in front of her, this time he exceeded the amount needed, so she'd make away with a good amount of Col as tip.   Aramail leaned under the counter, and presented the man with four potions. "There we are. And if that's all?" Aramail asked, still frustrated that the man had barged in so abruptly. Aramail took the Col from the man, and placed it within her own inventory. "A pleasure sir." Aramail said, dismissing the man.

+3400 Col
+4Exp
-4 Health Potions

Aramail did her best to control her innate anger as a man, completely clad in armor walked in and demanded her items. Her lips, twitching into a forced smiled. Apparently, this person was also poor at math, along with their social skills. "I'm sorry, sir." She forced out. "I don't need to keep the change, because you're still 1,240 Col short." Aramail said, running the math through her head again. Four health potions at 810 each. Which all equaled to, 3,240. "Four health potions, at 810Col each. Is 3240Col." Aramail said, placing the potions back under the display counter.

Aramail shot up, now awake. She had fallen asleep, waiting for people to actually show up. "Oh. Hey. Welcome to One-Way ticket." She said, half asleep. She yawned, as she reached down from under the counter and pulled out a basic dagger from under it. As she placed it on the counter, she spoke again. He voice, filled with the exhaustion of just waking up. "All I can do ya' for?" She asked, getting her answer as the man paid her. "Alright then. Take care." Aramail said, counting the money in her hand.

+50Col/+1 Exp

Aramail let out an aggravated sigh. She began to follow the woman closely. "I'm not following you to help. I'm, tailing you." Aramail said, defensivly. "So that I can find this Library." She said, crossing her arms. She wouldn't admit that she needed help, but she did need to know where it was at least. "You're right though. It would be easier with someone else taking the blows." Aramail said, jamming a thumb at herself. "And I just so happen to be a bit of a glutton when it comes to that. Aramail. Martial Artist." She said, introducing herself.

Aramail turned, at the voice. The voice, it seemed to belong to a fair skinned woman. "You're looking for the Library as well. And you want to work together." Aramail said, turning her body to face the woman. "I sense an ulterior motive here." She said, rubbing the back of her head. "So, cutie. What's the catch?" Aramail pestered. Knowing that no one asks for help for free. At least not in this world. Everyone wanted to use someone for something. Mostly sex, but she doubted that it was the goal this time.

Aramail nodded at the two players. "I don't think floor has anything to do with it." She said, rubbing the back of her head. She looked at the both of them. She smirked. "What's the matter, scarred of heights?" She asked, teasingly. "Do you need me to hold your hands?" She said, laughing gently. "Besides, it's not even that high off the ground." Aramail said, trying to console the people standing in line. "Besides, this is the only 'ride' here other than a carousal I passed by. Some carnival. Humph." She said, huffing and crossing her arms. She paced along the line, until it was the trios turn. "C'mon. The seat holds 4. I wanna see you two fight to see who sits next to me." Aramail said, getting onto the ride.

Aramail had no idea what she was doing on the fifth floor. "Dammit, Astra. What did you get me into now." She had heard from Astra that on this floor there was a library of sorts. And inside this library were books that supposedly held information about the floor bosses. If Aramail could get her hands on those books, they'd bring in a pretty penny. Which is why she agreed to go in the first place. But she didn't know that she had to go by herself. It was only sand and hot temperature. If anything, it would be a great training exercise for her. If this was the best that floor five could throw at her, Aramail was gonna have no problem here.

In town, Aramail looked around for things that would make her desert trip easier. Such as additional canteens, or food. Hell, she didn't even know where to start looking for this 'library' in the vastness of the desert. She ran her had through her white hair, as she walked around town. "Dammit!" Aramail shouted. Punching the nearest wall. Even though it came up with 'immortal object' the building still shuddered. "How the hell am i supposed to find this damn library, if I don't know where it's at?" She said aloud, trying to think.

Craft 1 (August, 25th) (1/2)

ID: 28785   CD: 10 (2x Rare Voucher) (-2 Mats) (+5Exp)

Craft 2 (August, 25th) (2/2)

ID: 28786   CD: 12 (1xVIP Perfect Voucher) (-2Mats) (+8Exp)

(will edit later)

One-Way Ticket

One-Way Ticket isn't the best shop around, not yet anyway. Inside, it's very plain. With it's white wood floors, and shelves filled with miscellaneous goods. As you enter, you can see a white haired woman, on a small step ladder stocking the top shelves. She turns to you and gives a smile, which feels more forced then genuine. "Hello, welcome to 'One Way Ticket'." She says, almost annoyed. "What can I help you with today?"

STATS

Rank: 1 (Cart Merchant)

[1] = Critical failure (Lose all materials you were trading)(+1Exp)
[2-3] = Fail (Lose half of materials you were trading)(+1Exp)
[4] = Bad item (No deal)(+1Exp)
[5-7] = Good item  (Uncommon vouchers x2)(+2Exp)
[8-9] = Uncommon item (Rare voucher x1)(+3Exp)

[10] = Rare item (Rare voucher x2)(+5Exp)

[11] = Rare item (Perfect voucher x1)(+5Exp)

[12] = Perfect item (VIP Perfect voucher x 1)(+8Exp)

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Rank 1: 0 EXP (2 Crafts per day)
Rank 2: 40 EXP (4 Crafts per day)
Rank 3: 160 EXP (6 Crafts per day)
Rank 4: 640 EXP (8 Crafts per day)
Rank 5: 2560 EXP (10 Crafts per day)

18 Exp

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Materials on Hand: 11

STOCK

Antidote Potion - Cures the target of one Condition such as BURN or Paralysis. Requires a post action.
Merchant Fee: 1000 col
Customer Cost: 1200

Healing Potion - Heals the user for 15 Hp. Requires a post action.
Merchant Fee: 800 col
Customer Cost: 810

Field Rations - Grants +2 MAX HP for duration of a thread or one role play day. Requires a post action. Cannot be used in combat or if threatened. [TEMP BUFF Cook] +Max HP
Merchant Fee: 240 col
Customer Cost: 300

Immolation Potion - Grants the user rank 1 thorns. (Opponent suffers 1 DMG on opponent BD: 6-8 if you were a target of their attack.) Duration: 5 Posts. Requires a post action. [TEMP BUFF Alchemy] +Thorns
Merchant Fee: 400 col
Customer Cost: 420

Basic Teleport Crystal - Returns the caster to the primary safe zone location of that floor. Requires two post actions to complete teleportation. Example: You use the crystal on your first post, but do not teleport away until your next post.
Merchant Fee: 2000 col
Customer Cost: 2150

Basic Armor - Generic good quality armor. Provides no enhancement bonuses but may be used to gain the benefit of armor skills. All types available. Activates the use of skills. Such as Heavy Armor Mitigation.
Merchant Fee: 100 col
Customer Cost: 100

Basic Weapons - Generic good quality weapons. Provides no enhancement bonuses. All weapon types available. Activates the use of skills. Such as Curved Sword Proficiency.
Merchant Fee: 100 col
Customer Cost: 100

Dimensional Backpack - Adds +1 to player carry capacity. (This item does not take up an equipment slot) May only ever have one Dimensional Backpack at any given time.
Merchant Fee: 10,000 col
Customer Cost: 11,000

VOUCHERS

What are vouchers?: Vouchers are a special item that allows you to do something wonderful. Have you bought a weapon, and you don't like the enhancements? Well, vouchers can help you. With a bit of col, you can change the enhancements of a weapon, or armor to better suit you. That paralyses not hitting as much as you want? Now it's damage. Heavy Momentum slowing you down? Now it's Mitigation. The only issue is, they cost materials. Such wondrous things can't just be 'bought' with Col, can they?

Uncommon Voucher: Changes 'One' enhancement on a single item, weapon, or piece of armor.

Cost: 4 Mats

In Stock: 0

Rare Voucher: Changes 'Two' enhancements on a single item, weapon, or piece of armor.

Cost: 6 Mats

In Stock: 2

Perfect Voucher: Changes 'Three' enhancements on a single item, weapon, or piece of armor.

Cost:8 Mats:

In Stock: 0

VIP Perfect Voucher: Completely re-works the item into what you want. Turning Swords into Shields, and Breastplates into Hand Wraps.

Cost: 10 Materials

In Stock: 1

TRANSACTIONS

Azide - Basic Dagger - 100Col paid - stock 100 col - 0 profit

Hirru - Health Potion(x4) - 3400Col paid - stock 3240 - 160Col Profit

Kalesh - Immolation Potion - 420Col paid - stock 400 - 20Col Profit

Jomei - Teleportation Crystal - 2150Col paid - stock 2000 - 150 Profit

Now that I look at it, being a merchant was probably a poor choice. I'm sticking with my guns however, as at Rank 5 I can sell Materials. But the XP gap between Rank 4 and Rank 5 is astronomical. Rank 4 requires, 640XP while Rank 5 is 2560! That's almost a 2k XP jump, but if I can convince enough people ror stores to help me out, I can make gathering mats a thing of the past. Which was my plan in the first place. But otherwise, the merchant seems to be purely here because 'It was in teh show!i!' Which annoys me.

 If anything, I think merchants should get a re-work. As well as fishermen, cooks, and performers. I'm glad that the staff is working on things like ALO, and GGO. But I think efforts should be made elsewhere. Fix SAO first, then everything else. Y'Know?

Aramail took a step back away from Astra. To be honest with herself, the best thing that happened to her was probably meeting Astra. Without him she'd still be stuck in that cave trying to solve that riddle. She sighed softly. "I think I'm gonna spend my day trying to get my store settled. I expect you to be there for the opening." She said, more of a demand then a request. "Otherwise, I might cry." She said, heavy sarcasm in her tone. She turned, and started to walk away. "I'll catch you later handsome. Be sure to give the kids my love." Aramail said, waving.

After walking for a bit, Aramail found a nice sized building. After a short process of turning in her quest, the building was now hers. The first floor was bare, with shelves and racks lining the floor. A single counter was in the back of the room, with a room behind. Stairs then lead to a second floor which had a small bedroom and bathroom. It was more of a small apartment, then a store. But hell, it was hers and she was happy to have it.

quest complete

Aramail: Ability to open a shop, the profession:Merchant, Extra mats(To be rolled by a GM), 200Col(1 Page completed), 1SP (Thread Complete), 1SP (Quest Complete)

Astra: 200Col (1 Page Complete), 1SP (Thread Complete)

What is the difference between a Perfect Voucher, and a VIP Perfect Voucher?

And another question, as a merchant do I have to 'buy' my stock. Say a potion costs 400Col. DO I have to spend 400 Col to have a stock of 1. Or do I a infinate supply, and I only gain the difference of profit. A potion costs 400, and I sell them for 410. So when one is sold, I get 10 Col, but I never run out potions.

Sorry if that second bit is worded weirdly.

Id imagine it like karate for the most part. Kinda like Hercule from DBZ. And with each rank of Martial Arts, i learn a different style of martial art. Not effective in actual combay, but a fun rp thing.

Otherwise, punch everything as hard as i can.

Aramail opened her menu, and added the file and papers to her inventory. And as Astra had said, her status menu labeled her as a merchant. It was a nice feeling, to have a job again. She couldnt stand, standing still. She felt as if she had to constantly keep moving. Her martial arts helped her with that, for the most part. Punching amd kicking couldnt make money. Well, as much money as owning a store. "Ah, hell." She said, rubbing the back of her head. "I dont even have a name for my shop. I'm sure ill come up with something." She looked back at Astra. "Whats wrong with Alphfie? What were you wanting, Cly-" Aramail stopped short, now realising what Astra had meant all along. "You meant, Bonnie and Clyde." She said, laughing at her own stupidity. "And what do you mean, seconed best thing? The first thing wouldn't be feeling me up, would it?" Aramail asked, walking closer to Astra.

(Uncolored, cause no wifi for my lappy and on mobile)

 As Aramail entered the dark room, she looked behind her to see if Astra was following. As the two stood in the dark room, a sound of a door could be heard. As a set of double doors opened, light filled the room. A voice called out, deep and foreign. An accent that hinted Chinese, or Korean. "Welcome. Please, come in. Come in." Aramail stood silent for a few moments, then stepped into the room. Aramail was quite amazed at what laid before her. The room was bright red, with gold accents. The entire place looked like Chinese royalty. In the middle of the room there stood a large banquet table, at the end was a man dressed completely in black. "Ah, welcome. Aramail, and Astraeus. Causing a bit of ruckus in my part of town are we?" He said, a slight chuckle in his voice. Aramail stayed silent, knowing the voice but not the face. It didn't help that the face was covered by a mask either. "And you are?" Aramail asked the man at the table. The man laughed. "Not so much as an I, but more so as a we. And we, are the Red Dragon." He said. Aramail did her best to hold buck her chuckle. How stupid could a name for a gang be? "Now, pleasantries aside. Now for work." He said, sliding some papers over, across the table to the two. "Those are what you'll be needing, Aramail. To work here at least." He said. "Take your papers and go. Should we require you two, we'll call for you." He said, waving his hand. "Now go, I'm more than certain that you'll be busy." He said, before Aramail nodded and left.

After walking away for a few block, Aramail sighed. "What kind of ending was that?" She said, frustrated. She had just broke a man's finger, and this was the ending she got? Some Chinese dude just saying 'congrats. Here you go.' She furrowed her brow. "And what kind of name is 'Red Dragon' anyways? God, what a lame-ass." She said, pouting. She opened the folder, and nearly dropped it as a 'Quest Completion' menu appeared. Inside the folder had a small list of instructions. "It says to 'just pick a place' and set up shop. And that, they'll supply me with a stock." She said, rubbing the back of her head. She looked at Astra and blushed slightly. "Thanks. For helping me again." She said softly.

Aramail remained silent, preferring to let Astra speak. After the ginger man had left, Aramail knelt down and picked up the pieces of paper. She turned and faced Astra, her face red with a flurry of emotions. "That was such a rush! I mean, way better than any fight!" She said, clutching the papers in her fist. She giggled, as a rush of endorphin filled her brain. She coughed once, regaining the normal color of her face. "Well, come on. We don't have all day. I'm certain he's alerted the authorities already." She said, shrugging and placing the vouchers in her inventory. She walked back to the door in the alley, her hood down. She knocked three times, and the slide came undone. "Hey, I've got the things you wanted." She said, flashing the papers.The slide slid shut again, and no noises were heard. Suddenly, a loud clank was heard, and the door creaked open an inch.  Aramail reach over, and opened it before stepping inside.

Aramail couldn't help but giggle. Something about this was just, so much fun. She removed the hood to speak with Astra. "I agree. This is fun." She said, unable to hide her smile. She threw her hood back over her head, and followed behind Astra. Aramail spaced off as they walked, wondering of the things she would get to do. They came up to a plus sized man pushing a cart. His red hair, blowing gently in the breeze. She grinned. "Yes, shall we?" She said, answering Astra. She watched as Astra spoke with the man. She cracked her neck, then her knuckles. "Sure thing Alphie." She said, approaching the ginger man. "Now this will sting after a while. But more importantly. It will hurt a lot." She said, taking the man's hand in her own. Her tight grip restraining him. She placed his pinkie under her thumb, and slowly began to bend it backwards. "You know. If you keep struggling." Aramail began, before hearing a delightful snap. "Oops. Now then, shall we move on?" Aramail asked, removing her hand from the now backwards pinkie.