Outlander

"That the thing though, I doubt any of us are getting out of here. Not alive that is." Outlander said solemnly, then he waved his hand as if dismissing the idea and also to change the subject. "But hey, what doesn't kill me. Flat out disappoints me." He then began thinking to himself about how it is "supposed" to kill you. Isn't it supposed to kill you with a high amount of energy to the brain? Leaving it completely disfunctional? Some people here are safe then. "Sometimes, I feel as if I'm surround by idiot, all the time. My question is, where do they come from?" Outlander said sounding disappointed. "Not that your are one of the many, I just felt it was nessacary to change topic." Outlander streched out his arms and continued to look for resources.

 ID# 97860: Loot: 2 Fail

"Thanks, and don't worry, I don't think lower of friends unless they ask me to. You see, life is to short to be serious all the time, if you can't laugh at yourself, call me... I'll laugh at you." Outlander said sarcastically. He then began looking for materials, he decided to ask her a question. "Hey, did you play horror games? I did, I liked them, they were fun. There is lots to say about them to, for example my favorite horror game before SAO. Was released a few years back, its called "Do You Copy", its. Well, unsettling creepy, then it scares you. It made my heart jump so many times. I wonder if this game has a horror mechanic. To scare people. That would be fun to do or even watch."Outlander said, he thought he saw something, but, he unfortunately did not. Bummer. He looked back at Reinka, then asked: "What kinda games were your favorite?"

"Duck what? I never said... Oh nevermind. It doesn't matter anyway." Outlander said with disappointment lingering in his voice. "But yes, I've looked into brewery, unfortunately, you really can't get drunk in this game. So, at least there is no hangovers. Unless they are doing surgery on you IRL. In which case, painkillers." Outlander added, he was really interested in brewery, he planned on making a tavern/inn/guild headquarters. "If I do successfully create a brewery, it would be a tavern and an inn, and a place for guild members to meet. If I was in a guild at the time, all drinks are half off for that guild. Good advertising, also, I thought of a sign to reel in the idiots. Ahem... "Buy one drink for the price of two! And get a second, absolutely free."...perfect right?

"Hobbies? Hmm... I, actually don't have any. I guess it was an at one point videogames, but..." Outlander commented. "...as you can tell it didn't go the best of ways. Now that I think about it, I like to run. You know, Cardio?." Outlander finished of with. He listened to what Reinka had to say. "I see what you mean, dispite the face I ended up living like a vulture. Thriving off mear scraps., My "fresh start was rubbish." Outlander said rubbing the back of neck. "Entertainment? Ussally socializing, but other then that, not much. I specifically like to socialize with people that can take my sarcastic comments without being such a little b#tch about it." Outlander smirked, then said. "So Reinka, you fit that description. So, I can tolerate you." He looked around him for looted before saying anything else, he didn't see anything though. Then Reinka said that he hwlped her see beauty in a place like this, unfortunately, Outlander doesn't know how to respond to thank you or be complemented. "Yeah, your welcome, I don't know how to take that correctly, so, go "s#ck a d#ck"or whatever."Outlander said sarcastically.

Outlander was correct, Reinka was in fact, Kit Guards, she didn't need to say it either, her expression says it all. She then asked about his streaming. "No, I'm not streaming right now, I can't, the second I logged in, it automatically stopped it. I tryed to log out to fix it, but it wouldn't do it, and well, one thing follows another..." Outlander commented. "...and now I'm stuck here, so mind as well enjoy the best parts while it lasts." Outlander continued to look for resources,  and try to listen to Reinka at the same time. "Yeah, Thanks for the advice." Outlander looked at her. "Nothing to do most of the time? Well then. Thats something I can relate to, sorta." Outlander paused to think. "Actually, its more or less not that I have things to do, its that I find most of them, 'Uninteresting', almost all the time." Outlander streched out his arms ahead of him. He then let out a sigh. And looked toward the feild line. It was an amazing veiw, he stared at it in awe for a moment, then said: "You know what Kayaba? Your alright in my book..."

"No, there was at least three customers. Which makes it funny because all of them had guns at the time. Every, customer. It was funny to here for me." Outlander said looking at the girl. She said she was from America. "Yeah, me too. Im just in Japan at the moment. Its not all bad, theres at least one sushi place on pretty much every corner." Then she said she was famous, well, she asked if he was famous too, which implies that is is famous. "Eh, I'm not one for popularity. But I can make an assumption on who you are. Does Kit Guards ring any bells?" Outlander said curiously, watching her face for a reaction. He wanted to know if his theory was correct. After all, there isn't many people that are famous for something in a death game. "I was a video game streamer, was, I went by the name Outlander. Same name I use now. Except, In my streams, I wear a Siberian Issue Gas Mask. Thats how I got my copy. I wasn't that popular though, just doing what I like. I even got my friends to play with m..." Outlander stops, and looks away from Reinka. His expression blank and pale. He shook his head as if in denial and his emotion returned. She asked about the mini-boss. "It was a god, damn, boar. It was a REALLY stupid boss. The reason no one cared is because we all have our own tragedies and losses, we can spend time grieving over someone you don't know. I already have something to grieve about anyway. If I were you, I'd make as little friends as possible. It will be easier to see them go." He turned away. He blank pale expression returning, he took a large inhale, and let out a long sigh. He was looking at the floor, he thought he saw a herb, but it was just sun reflecting of some grass in a weird way. He snapped out of it. "Alrightly then. Shall we continue?"

"I see, but here me out, bay of pigs." Outlander said, then commented. "Yeah, I really bet those NPC monsters are gonna stop and stare, great distraction, except maybe other players, but not me you can tell, see, giving a f#ck doesn't really go with my outfit"  Outlander said pointing to his armor chestplate then moving his hand down to cover the rest of the armor set. Thats when she mentioned she took his col. He actually, laughed. "Hahaha, ahhh... Good one, that is the funniest thing I've heard all day, that includes hearing about a armed robber that got shot once by every god damn customer in the store. Only in America. Well, I guess its Japan right now, but I'm from America." Outlander added at the end. He heard Reinka mention the collateral damage. "Well, yeah, it started with around seven people, and ended with four. Those mini-bosses are irritating. Fortunately, no one I actually cared about died, so hey, silver lining. Though it has happened before."

(OOC: Sorry there is no colored text, the quotation marks

"Whats with the pirate costume, and even so, what kind of pirate wears a skirt?" Outlander said tilting his head, examining Reinka's wears. "Anywho, I personally prefer material gathering instead of fighting, because last time I fought there was FAR to much collateral damage. Point is, you can chose. I prefer to not make plans because then the word "Premeditated" gets thrown around the courtroom." Outlander said in a sarcastic tone, In case you didn't know, premeditated means to plan or think out a crime before commiting it. He then let out a long sigh. "So... Where are we going? Forest? Fields? The Caribbean?" Outlander said the last one to mock Reinkas appearance, he did laugh at his comment though. "I've been in gathering events before, some good, some, not so much..." ***Flashback: Oh you hate me? Join the club! We have weekly meetings at the corner of f#ck you and kiss my #ss!*** "Ah... Good times... sorry where was I? Oh yes, where exactly are we going?"

(OOC: I have to create my own Finding A Living thread to do mine)

I will remember to come back here often, master ramzey. As he walked away, he whispered to himself: This chicken is so rubbery, goodyear called and asked for the recipe... Then he chuckled a little. He listened to Renkias conversation with Zack. Yeah, I'll be waiting. Hurry it up alright, I'm not exactly what you would call 'patient'. He listened to what zack had to say to him. Zack, I'll do it later, after all. Zack continued to ask Outlander to go to Maggies Restaurant. Listen old man, I neither have the time, nor the crayons to explain this to you. So, stop, telling me how to do my job. He stared at Zack, he didn't say anything back, I guess NPCs do learn after all. He then went down to the gate, he stopped there. And continued to resume messaging his friend:

So... I found a funny guy. Poor B#st#rd.

Oh, did he die after you met him?

No, before he was traped and everyone could see his real face his

friends drew a fake mustache on him IRL while he was in game, and

 when everyones faces were visible, he had a permanent crappily drawn

mustache on his face.

I have no words... But... I find that very humorous.

Conversation Ended:

Outlander smiled closed his menu, then folded his arms as he lend against the wall next to the gate.

(OOC: I REALIZED MY PROFILE PIC IS LITERALLY DOING WHAT I JUST DESCRIBED)

"Alright looks like I have a job to do... Wait what?! Vigilon? Oh god dammit. That guy is definitely in my sh#t list." Outlander said to himself after receiving the message. "I better get something good from this quest..." Outlander said, he began jogging to the destination. He used to be a great track player, before all this. At one point it began snowing, untill the point were he couldn't see in front of him. It stopped of course, but it was irritating for him. He examined the towns building's.  They looked cozy compared to the outside. It might look like a Christmas Card if not for the fact he couldn't stop the cold to admire it, he began humming to take his mind of the cold. He saw to figures in the distance, it must be them. He waved, signaling them he arrived. He had his hood donned because it was almost freezing, without the wind-chill factored in. He casually walked up to the two players. "So... Vigilon, nice to see you again, this is awkward. Let'shurry this up, shall we?"

@Vigilon @Arabelle

(OOC: Prepare for so many forth wall breaks...)

Outlander was sitting in a tavern on the first floor, In the town of new beginnings. He was holding his drink, thinking to himself. He turns around. "Ah, I didnt see you there, your probably wondering, what am I doing in a place like this, and even so, what am I doing? Well, its a long story." Outlander said, sanely. "Dude, who the hell are you talking to?" Said another player, whom was listening to his conversation. "Here's how it all came about..." Outlander said, fading to flashback. The flashbacked version of him was walking down a snowy street, he turns and faces you. "So, It all started on the  floor, the air was bitter, the ground was frosted, and the snow was being a b#tch trying to ruin my day." Outlander walked up to an inn. "I decided to rest up for the night, for it was getting dark." Outlander walked into the inn, it was small, and cozy, it also doubled as a bar! "You see that guy over there? He is going to become a friend, or a very close aquantuince." Outlander points at the man, none of the players in the flashback seem to notice that he is talking, or that he is talking to nothing. Probably because he is the one telling the story. He approached the bartender, and checked out a room. Then went and sat by the man. "Do you ever think about death often?" Outlander said looking at the man, whom was shocked, he expected Outlander to say something,  just not that. "You see, If I were to die, I would want a closed casket funeral. However towards the end of the funeral, I would have the organist play "Pop goes the Weasel!" over and over untill everyone in attendance is staring at my coffin in a quiet horrified, anticipation."

Outlander was walking through the town, which was suprizingly cold, he lived in Alaska at one point, so is consideration was that this was nothing. Though he still felt a bit of a breeze, dispite he was wearing metal plated battle gear. He was a DPS character, swiftly do massive amounts of damage in short periods of time. He saw the bulletin board out of the corner of his eye. "Ah, what the hell..." Outlander siad to himself, his breath becoming mist. He saw one that caught his eye. 

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Re: Avalanche Quest Help

Looking for low to mid-leveled players willing to help complete the quest <<Avalanche>>. Willing to give the quest drop in exchange for help. If interested, contact Arabelle.

PS. No need to look for an informant. I already have the field boss's coordinates

He was interested, but he needed to clarify some info first. He opened his messager, and messaged the player "Arabelle".

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Hello? Hi, um, yeah, I'm interested in the quest you placed up on the bulliten board. Im a DSP main. Though, I can occasional take damage as well as I give it. If you feel you need High Dmg in such little time, contact me.

                                     -The Outlander

(OOC: I HAVE LITERALLY NO IDEA HOW TO ATTACK IN THIS RP GAME)

Outlander was walking around in the town of new beginnings, it was currently dusk when he realized, he legitimately didn't know how to correctly swing a sword. He sat down at a public table and drew his sword. Placing it on the table, and examined the blade. He was a bit worried that he didn't know how to fight correctly. "Well, you know what they say..." Outlander said to himself. "...you never learn anything by doing it right."  He crossed his arms on the table, and became sleepy. Eventually, he passed out, in a position that reminded him of a school desk. He remembered school, it was normal, this, eh, give or take. He didn't miss anyone in the real world, he had nothing left to go back to. However whimsical this may sound, Outlander was actually in a very good mood. He woke up, dazed. Its like being asked what the secret to life is after waking up from a coma. Thats basically how he felt. It was dark out, but it still looked well lit by moon light. It was peaceful, his mind was all fuzzy so he couldn't tell if anyone was there. He sheathed his sword and stood up, almost falling over, and began walking through the street.

Outlander was sitting on a bench in the town of new beginnings. He was near the towns center, but not in the very center. A a paper for the Valentines Day Ball blew into his face, he took it off, read it, and commented with: "The best part of valentine's day is how all the chocolate goes on sale afterwards." Outlander looked around at the buildings, not a single shop that sells that sort of thing. "God, this is boring, nothing to do, not much to talk about, and no one to hear it." Outlander streched, layed down on the bench. And sat there thinking about things. He opened his menu, and started texting a friend. Outlander is the one on the right...

Sooo... What are you doing?

You know, I've been thinking, lets kill the stuiped people.

Ok...

No, what I'm saying is we remove all the warning labels, and the problem will sort itself out.

Understandable, have a nice day. 

Outlander began laughing at Pinball's remarks. "Hahaha, wow, ha, thats kinda funny. You kill me? I doubt anyone would kill anyone over a conversation, sure, slapping is a thing that I'm fine with. But hey, that sure escalated quickly!" Outlander said laughing under his breath. He was in a full smile. "Someone help! This game of Pinball is killing me!" Outlander paused, and thought for a second. "You know, Pinball is a crappy name for a killer. If I was a killer, I would call myself, 'The Suspense' so my victims would scream, "Ah the suspense is killing me!". Then we would laugh a bit before they died. Anyway Pinball, perhaps we haven't met properly, I'm Outlander, professional bounty hunter and a-hole." Outlander said sarcastically. "Besides, if you really were to kill me, my only regret would be not telling enough people to f#ck off." 

"Every time I hear the word edgey in a description. I constantly think that the person whom said it, has the mental age of six." Outlander sighed, and proceeded to say to himself. "This is what happens when I get trapped in a place full of idiots that don't understand sarcasm nor dark humor, where is the smart people? Are they all dead? Am I the last one left?" Outlander was suddenly slapped by something, slimy. It was Tsu's tounge. He may or may not have said something about this... "Tsu, Tsu, Tsu... I know your my teammate and all, but my nerve is wearing thin. And by wearing thin, I mean you are one comment away from being b#tch slapped so hard, Google won't be able to find you." Outlander waved his hand in dismissal. Walked up to Nova and said. "Can you hurry up, I really don't like these people... Especially that one, with her deformed frog tounge thing." Outlander proceeded to point at Tsu.

"Oh? Is that so? Sweetie, leave the sarcasm and insults to the pros. You might hurt youself, now go play in traffic." Outlander said to Pinball. He turned and walked to the woods, to finish something. He approached a dark figure, it wasn't a familiar one. He didn't need stealth on at the time, it was deemed, unnecessary. The figure was wearing all black with a white mask. He was standing under a tree folleage so dense it practically made him blend in to the surrounding darkness, and that was with stealth off. "I highly doubt anyone would have followed me..." Outlander said to the figure. "...because that would require a brain. Also, because no one would follow a jack#ss." Outlander said looking behind him, all the players were still there. But this wont hold for long. He looked back at the figure. "You know what to do. Assemble the Pact. We clear the area tonight. No one will see us coming. He turned around, and he moved so fast and quietly he was already behind him, this suprized Outlander. The dark figure then pointed at the others. "No, not them, they aren't a target." Outlander said looking over at them. "But you know who is..." Outlander looked back at the figure, he was gone. "I need to get that guy a bell."  Outlander walked back towards the group, doubting that anyone saw what happened.

@Nevermore IV

Outlander rolled his eyes at the uproar,  he was currently standing up. "First of all, H3LLO and the New guy,  shove off, I have enough morons to deal with currently. Second of all, where there is light there will always be the shadow of darkness. Third of alll, Yinangi, you are as intimidating as a dead puppy. Fourth of all, Dazia, I can see why you have had a fight with Kyrsta."  Outlander rolled out his arms in a strech, he opened his menu.  He checked the time, and looked at Nova. "Um... its 3, maybe the rest of the cast just got lost... I would understand. I would want to get lost. Because from the moment I meet you people, I knew, I was gonna spend the rest of my life avoiding all of you." Outlander paused, then said. "Well, that pretty much raps things up here." Outlander sat down and opened his menu, and began messaging someone. It ended up becoming an intense texting chat. His eyes suddenly darted towards the clearing end. Into the forest. "I've, um, I've got to go, be right back."

(OOC: That only left me more confused and dissatisfied)

"Well the answer to that question is quite simple. You see, Im a heartless soulless b#st#rd  that can't feel emotion or comfort so I take out my inner darkness on others to fill the void were my soul should be." Outlander paused realizing that Kyrsta was offended by his previous comment. "Oh wait, your offended? Tell me more about how that instantly makes you right." Outlander said. "Look. I don't hate people, I'm just not necessarily excited with their existence." Outlander pointed back at Yinangi. "Like her for example." Outlander paused realizing all eyes were on him. "Alas, all good things must come to an end. Friendship, Love, that one week trial of Netflix." Outlander paused for effect. "...and spoiler alert: We all die. Some are just stuiped enough to die sooner rather then later. If you want an example, take a look around you." Outlander finally got into a comfortable position. "Now if you'd excuse me, I would like to continue my day of "No f#cks given" and please, no more suprises."

"Mostly drinks, because, with enough alcohol and dumb luck, anything can be achieved." Outlander said looking at the street signs, he noticed one that said tavern on it. "Westward Tavern, not a creative name for a tavern, but hey, who am I to judge." Outlander walked in, it was suprizingly empty, no one in sight. He approached the counter. "Well, look at you, doing stuff with that dishcloth. Now, I would like trianing to- *bartender turns around* Oh, my god... He looks like Gordon Ramzy! He is magnificent!" Outlander attempted to reach over the table and hug the bartender. But it let out a "Warning: Do Not Touch" message to Outlander. He quickly accepted the quest. He was ready for sterotypical jokes to start coming from the bartender, none came, he was disappointed. 

"Go right ahead!" Outlander said to Reinka, he proceeded outside. And waited outside the front door, when he got a notification that a friend had texted him, it was Samuel. He long time friend, they both thought alike. Then engaged in a text chat while waiting for the Reinka to do what she needed to do. Below is the conversation. Samuel is on the left, Outlander is on the right.

Hey man wassup?

Have you ever heard of attempted assassination? Yeah,

thats a thing that happened...

Nice, Its impressive how fast you got someone to try to kill you.

Im a professional a-hole, did you forget about that?

Npe, I just didn't care

So what do you want?

Well, I want you to try to to rearrange these letters to form words.

Alright?

Ok...

PNEIS and BUTTSXE

Um...

Did you get SPINE and SUBTEXT? Neither did I! Lol

Haha, wow, well played!

He put away his menu and waited for Reinka to hurry up.

Well, Hello there, I'm Outlander if you haven't guessed it already. This is my box of suggestions that could help improve the site. In my opinion that is.

1. Ranged Weaponry: Now, I'm not quite sure if this isn't in the RP for a reason or something, but, I think it would make an excellent addition to your RP game. I wanted to have a bow, as a matter a fact, the first weapon I wanted to fight with in this game WAS a bow. Unfortunately,  I learned that the bow hasn't made it into the game for some reason, dispite them being canon in SAO. At minimum, I recommend adding throwing knives or something like that.
2. Passworded RPs: No, Im not talking about the Unrestricted Role Play Chatroom, I'm talking about a password protected private RP you could create, and even chose the password. Say, I dont know, private meeting that you preferred to be kept in quiet untill the subject was finished. Or you hiring someone to kill someone, and you wouldn't want that someone to go, "Oh! Kill me eh? Private RP's it is!" It completely ruins the hit.

These two are the only things I've come up with that I think the RP could do. To improve and make it better for everyone, thanks for readin!

(OOC: So, essentially, she is using a guest account?)

"Im sorry, I mean, easy mistake. I thought you were a NPC. I mean, you certainly act like one." Outlander said tilting his head. "You kinda look like one too. Pff... Sometimes, some people, just need a high five, to the face, with a chair." Outlander shrugged, he was getting bored quickly, and the only person that stepped up against him in some way was Yinangi. And that was as easy as, well, using a microwave. He layed back down. Stretching out his arms and legs. Looking towards the skyline, thinking: Kayaba Akihiko, you son of a b#tch. Of all the games you could have trapped me in. You had to trap me in a game full of idiots? Now tell me, what level of hell is this? I can't stand those that don't have brain cells!  They are as useful as a screen door on a submarine!

H3LLO walked up to Outlander, and ask where the hell he has been. "Well, odviously, I was doing something shady. Almost forgot, who did I hand my dignity to? I'd like it back now." Outlander said with his eyes closed.Untill Yinangi commented on his ego, he sat up, his response was: "Oh, really? You know, have you ever looked at someone and wonder why no one has bought them a toaster for their bathtub? Because I'm definitely considering buying this not-so-existant of a person a toaster for that very reason." Outlander smiled, he knew this was easy pickings, someone to make funny of that eventually isn't driven to suicide. Amazing what an NPC can do, mentally, well, only if you were to consider a server a brain.

"Work all Night? Well, yeah." Outlander said in clarification. "I do everything at night because everything I like is either illegal or won't text me back." He snickered the stopped and said in all seriousness. "No really... Its a problem." He decided to say why he was really here. "Anyway, the reason I'm really here is to satisfy my curiousity." Outlander looked around the shop. "Not for the alchemist profession. I actually want to be a tavern owner(AKA Cook) seems like a reasonable position, also, I currently am a bounty hunter. Someone tried to kill me yesterday, but hey, I still have some coffee. So, silver lining." Outlander shrugged his shoulders, he did not really care about proffesions, as long as he got his work done, he actually gets his mercenary work done.