Ptolemy

Ptolemy gave a small smile towards the dejected player, not that it would do anything anyways. Steering his attention back towards the Variant, he got ready to engage the mob. Activating one of his sword arts, he dashed off towards the enemy. One hit from me won't kill it, he thought, but I think I can lower it down enough for the others to kill it on their turn. He plunged his spear down into the Nepent's body, earning an eerie and shrill shriek from it. As he retreated back to the group, he lowered his spear with a sigh. His eyes skimmed over to the HP of the Nepent. He had only dealt about a third of its health. "That will do," he muttered, turning his attention back to Kirbs and Mortambo. "Will you two be able to finish it off?" He asked, a small and genuine smile caressing his face.

Combat:

@Mortambo

Ptolemy nodded and got his sword art ready once again. He sprinted off, leaping into the air to deliver a fatal blow to the nepent. His spear slashed through the mob, making its HP drop down to zero in a span of seconds. Watching it disappear into a blue cloud, he turned back to the other two players. "Alright. Just two more after this before the variant, correct?" He asked, lowering his spear with a heavy sigh. Running a hand through his hair, his lips formed a thin line. This quest is taking much longer than I had expected... I did not expect to join a party on such short notice. I would've only had to battle two of these if I went by myself. He gave another inaudible sigh and shrugged the thought off. I suppose it's too late to take anything back now. He smiled to himself anyway. I did meet some interesting people, though.

@Mortambo

Combat:

"Yes, I remember and likewise," Ptolemy returned the nod with a smile and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Smiling to himself as he watched the interaction between Mortambo and Kirbs, he switched his gaze over to the overgrowth that surrounded them. We should be leaving soon, this quest might take all day, after all, he thought to himself as he returned his gaze back to the other players. "It is indeed a beautiful familiar. At what floor did you tame him?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"A peasant, huh?" Ptolemy chuckled at her childish behavior, it reminded him of his own little sisters back in Berlin. He found the whole ordeal to be amusing. "Perhaps you should not say that when you're familiar is right there-" He cut himself off as she then turned to her familiar and started arguing with it. He found it hard to contain himself when the familiar started ignoring its own owner but stifled it down anyways. "I indeed assume that Scarfy can be a bit of handful sometimes." He craned his head to look at his familiar-- which was placed on his shoulder. Cygnus wasn't a very problematic familiar, he was quite calm, actually.

He raised his brow in amusement as he watched the girl go crazy with her hand motions. He turned his head to the nepent closest to them and nodded at her. As she took off, he couldn't help but realize how experienced she looked. Perhaps she was actually into video games? He wasn't sure but he was impressed that she had managed to kill a nepent so fast. Snapping back to reality, he gave a nod towards Kirbs and rushed off, his Core Collapse in hand. As his grip tightened on the spear, he unleashed one of his sword arts and slashed right through the nepent. He couldn't help but feel giddy when it dispersed into a cloud of blue. "That is the first wave, yes?"

Combat:

@Mortambo

Ptolemy’s eyebrow raised as he read the message that Mortambo had sent (or I guess he did, idk). He was honestly impressed that his armor had already been finished. “It looks well made, thank you,” he said sincerely, opening his menu up to retrieve the money he had promised. As he sent the transaction, something in the corner of the shop caught his eye. “If it isn’t a hassle, is it okay if I purchase that as well? I’ll pay with materials this time.” Ptolemy paid the shop owner once again and gave a little wave of goodbye as he left the shop, probably for a while. 

-1,500 Col

-6 Mats

+Supernova

+Core Collapse

The blue haired player blinked at her strangely but smiled regardless. I feel like if I do anything too drastic, she’ll end up fainting from nervousness, he chuckled at the thought. Extending his hand to shake hers, he gave a warm greeting, “Ptolemy, a pleasure to meet you.” He let go of her hand and took a small sigh. Looking around, he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see him yet, I can always wait with you. A lady like yourself shouldn't be waiting alone in a forest."
“Yes, I suppose he is. He took quite a while to catch but I find it worth it.” Ptolemy nudged Cygnus’s head with his finger and let out a small laugh when the serpent let out an annoyed sound. "He is unusual if I do say so myself, but he gets the job done so I have no room to say anything negative." Ptolemy turned his attention away from his familiar and turned towards the other serpent-like creature that took up most of Kirbs's arm. "Scarfy? I see." 

Turning his head to another play, he gave the man a small smile. "Pleasure to meet you, sir," he said formally, turning his head slightly to face Kirbs. "Did we not just meet a couple minutes ago?"

@Mortambo

Ptolemy entered the shop with a breezy smile. "Greetings, I'm just here to order something," he said to the shop owner. Making his way to the orders, he quickly wrote down his order. looking up, he made a small thin line with his mouth. "Alright," picking his paper up, he handed it to Mortambo. Patting the other player on the shoulder, he gave the man a small salute. "Just message me when you finish it, is that alright? I can also pay when I get back." He asked, raising a small brow. "Whatever you do, just make sure you don't rush it. A rushed product is not a good one," he grinned, patting his shoulder one last time before leaving out the door.

@Mortambo

Ptolemy let out a low grunt as he felt something collide into him. Hearing something fall to the floor, he tilted his head. He looked down and spotted an unfamiliar face. It was a girl-- most likely younger than him. Snapping out of his thoughts, he let out a small chuckle. He held out his hand with a warm smile. "No, don't blame yourself. Apologies, it was my fault for making myself unknown to you in such a dangerous area," Ptolemy replied, pulling her up. He looked around before settling his eyes back onto the stranger. "I don't suppose you are doing the quest that is around here, are you?" He asked, tilting his head. "It just seems so that I am doing that quest myself."

Glancing at the creature wrapped tightly around her arm, he gave a small chuckle. "Is that your familiar? You don't find many tamers around here, it's good to see another person like me." As soon as he finished, a streak of white landed on his head. "Speaking of the devil himself. May I introduce you to my own familiar, Cygnus."

@Mortambo

Ptolemy cleared his throat as he strolled out to the plains of the floor. Without looking, he cleared his throat and started to talk out loud, "so Cygnus. This will indeed be the first quest we will be doing together," he smiled, feeling as if this is a checkpoint for him. "Exciting is it not?" From the corner of his eye, he saw his familiar tilt his head at the player. "Of course, you barely know what I am saying," he sighed and opened his inventory as he walked. I suppose I have been gaining too many levels before this quest. He chuckled and lifted his shoulder for a bit. "You'll be helping me, right?" He asked Cygnus, who seemed to understand him and gave a small gesture of his head. I'll take that as a yes. "Alright then," he made his way out of the town and started seeing the rolling plains in the distance. That'll be good then.

Battle Ready Inventory:

S U M M A R Y:

Ptolemy:

> Title of <<Feather Winged Leviathan>> Tamer

> A familiar <<Feather Winged Leviathan>>

> 2 SP

> 200 Col

> 2 Mats

Black:

> 200 Col

> 1 SP

> 5 Mats

"Well, at least now I know you could be a significant qualifier for when I want to rant about anything astronomically related," he said in a joking manner. "You know more than most people, that is indeed correct." He glanced at his familiar, who was now firmly latched on to his shoulder. I fear that that will bothersome very quickly. He turned his attention back to Black. "You seem to know a bit about history as well, that can be useful at some point or another."

"Alright, Cygnus it is," he declared, turning his head to his now named familiar. "It is suitable, thank you for helping me out. But what about Camelopardalis? Just imagine introducing your familiar to anyone. 'Meet my familiar, his name is Camel... Camelpardal? Camelopardalis'. It's just a real mouthful," Ptolemy sniggered. "Cygnus does sound very interesting as a name, thank you."

"I could always help, just don't rob me of all my materials. I need them as well," he smiled, remembering that he was going to indeed open a shop at one point in his time in Aincrad.

ID: 107228

LD: 3 + 3 + 2 =8, Failure

No Treasure Chest found.

@Black

“You know strangely a lot about astronomy,” he chuckled, taking his words into consideration. “I suppose you are right though, it would be thoughtful to name him something that involves astronomy. There is a constellation named Draco, and was coincidently found my Ptolemy himself. But I don’t think naming a dragon that means dragon in another language is such a good idea.” He searches in his head for a few seconds. “There are a few constellations I know of that are near Draco. Perhaps Cygnus, Cepheus, or Hercules,” Ptolemy mumbled. “I know of a sort of long named one called Camelopardalis. Do any of these sound good to you?” He looked up at Black and grinned sheepishly.

”I’ll take that into consideration,” he looked at his familiar. “I don’t think he’d like to see his kind getting slaughtered anyways.” He turned to Black and nodded, “of course. I have to repay you anyways. About that...” he took off the borrowed ring and handed it to him. “Much thanks for that, too.”

ID: 107218

LD: 1, Failure

@Black 

Ptolemy chuckled, “aren’t we all?” He cleared his throat and smile briskly at Dustin. Perhaps hat wasn’t the best way to introduce myself to him. The player sweatdropped at the thought. 

“Alright, sounds like a good plan,” he muttered, following after him. It was quiet for a few moments, with the exception of Dustin’s humming. “I am almost certain that there can be some guitars. Perhaps if you chose the be a performer.” Ptolemy mentioned, shrugging his shoulders. He is kind of quiet. Maybe just to strangers though? People perpetuate me sometimes. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “must be nice having a father like that though,” he mumbled. If fathers do that, I’m pretty sure Victoria would be a better father than... father. He deadpanned at the thought. Never mind, Victoria would make a horrible father, much less a parent in general. She’ll kill the child with all her talking before she can actually raise them.

@Dustin

Ptolemy coughed into his shoulder as he returned to black with his familiar ‘floating’ behind him. “Thanks. I really couldn’t have done it without you,” he grinned greatefully at Black. What’s Final Fantasy? “I suppose. Yeah, it does indeed look pretty cool,” Ptolmey mumbled, poking his familiar with his index finger, making it wriggle in the air.

“Please, no flash photography,” he chuckled, covering his face. Peeking from the cracks of his hands, he shrugged. “It does feel nice to finally have one though.” Why is it that when I try to do this quest, I get no luck whatsoever. I guess  Black really is lucky. Or I’m just cursed with bad luck or something. 

“What should I name him?” I’m pretty sure it’s a ‘him’ at least. He looked at Black, “got any ideas?” I feel as if I’m not creative enough to come up with names. He sighed, taking a closer look at his familiar. “I am all out of ideas.”

@Black

He picked up the bell and looked at her, "aren't these things supposed to be for cats?" He sighed, shoving it into his pocket. "So fun to play." He muttered sarcastically, "this will definitely give me a long lasting impression on video games. The first one I play and then I am suddenly in a game where I have to fight with swords if I want to get out of here," he chuckled to himself bitterly, feeling as if this whole thing was surreal and unrealistic. "Ah, no," Ptolemy put on a crooked smirk. "I am not a pacifist, but I'm going to go with the slow route. As a plus, wouldn't you love to spend your time with me anyway? After all, you are the one that approached me." He mused and shrugged, "I have plenty of time myself, so we can just go on with it. Chatting with a stranger you just met can be rather exciting, no?" He raised a brow at her as he stepped out of the town. 

@Mutsu

“Oh, I’m a pharmacy student. Astrology is more like a hobby,” he explained with a chuckle. “I guess I have been into stars and whatnot for a long time.” He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders.

He glanced around the area in search of any materials when he saw something moving in the air. Making out a winged creature, he sighed. It’s just a dragon... thing. He turned his head away from it before reality kicked in. His eyes widened with realization for a moment. Wait a bloody moment. A dragon? He whipped his head over the serpent-like figure. “Bloody hell, it’s a dragon.” He looked back at Black, “I’m not going blind right? Please tell me you see that thing!” He pointed to the dragon, who was lazily lounging around on a tree branch.

Taking deep breaths, Ptolemy glanced at the dragon before frowning. “What the hell do I feed it? What do you feed a mythological creature?” He sighed and pressed his palm against his head. Do Dragons eat meat? Right? Or was it fish? Whatever, they’re both types of meat anyways. He searched his inventory and pulled out a small mackerel from <<Who Knows Where>>.

Ptolemy inhaled sharply before walking right up to the dragon-like creature. “Er. Hello. Nice to meet you, I’m Ptolemy.” Great, you’re going crazy now, Klaus! He slowly reached the fish out to the creature before sighing in relief. That’s a good sign, I’m not dead yet. Hah! The blue tinted creature tilted its head before slowly grabbing the fish. Another good sign, still not dead! 

Ptolemy squinted at the creature before looking back at Black. “Is this how it’s supposed to work?” He whispered-yelled across the area between them. Looking back at the creature, he realized that the fish had disappeared. That’s not odd... at all. He raised a brow at the dragon before slowly reaching out his head to stroke its head. His face lit up when it obliged and let him rest his hand on its head. I am at loss for words.

He quickly realized that he had tamed a familiar. Oh Lord, I feel like I’m going to pass out from anxiety. He turned back to his peer and gave a thumbs up.

ID: 107129

LD: 13 + 3 + 3 = 19 

WOO!

@Black

“Your combination of hair and skin tone is indeed odd. You don’t usually find something like that often in the real world. It’s actually quite fascinating. Odd, but very unique.” Ptolemy said, a smile forming on his face. His brows rose up at the mention of his age. “I did not expect that. I am currently only twenty-two, I honestly thought you were younger than me. Weird, is it not?” Ptolemy shrugged. “Time does go faster when you’re stuck in a virtual reality death game that uses swords,” he joked, attempting to lift the somber mood.

”Interesting, I'll try to see if there are any restaurants like that in Berlin when I- we get out. I’d like to try a lot of things.” He paused, “I guess you like to do a lot more things in your life when you’re wedged in between the two thin lines of life and death.” 

ID: 107126

LD: 20, Success

Total Mats: 2

@Black

Ptolemy pulled on a strand of his hair. “I suppose my hair is an iconic feature of mine. Abnormal, even. Hm, that sounds pretty cool. I suppose your color was a sort of yellow?” He joked. “I was always busy, but I would occasionally get bored sometimes, so I get what you were feeling.” 

“So it is.” He tilted his head. “I am unsure if I want to know since you made it sound like a genocide,” he said, a small but nervous smile plastered on his face. Picking up a wad of material, he looked back at Black. “So what food did you specialize in back in the real world? You sound like you had a lot of experience with different types of food but I’m awfully curious.”

”Oh, thanks. It’s much appreciated,” Ptolemy nodded gratefully. “Yeah, I promise I’ll return it.” Just after I get his blasted familiar once and for all.

ID: 107122

LD: 15 + 3 + 2 = 20, Success

Total Mats: 1

@Black

"Intriguing nickname,” he muttered, letting Black continue. “It sounds uncanny. I am honestly more concerned if the foods you ate were actually good for you. For all you know, it could hold some sort of disease. The food you described seemed like something out of a post-apocalyptic era,” he huffed, his lips pressing into thin lines.

“You never know,” Ptolemy shrugged. “Just because nature looks nice doesn’t mean it has the potential to kill you. Same with anything really.” He said with a small smile on his face. "Correct. I do admit that floor seven is harsh. Given that it’s not even that high of a floor.” 

“Motivation wouldn’t be the word I would use but whatever suits you,” he mused. “That would certainly be an interesting sight to see, but I think I’ll pass on it.” Ptolemy shook his head no, “I’m fine, I have a latte that’s a +3 in Loot Die, so I think I’ll be alright. And talking about lattes,” he paused, taking it out from his inventory. “I guess I should use it before I regret it.” He mumbled, slowly taking sips from it.

ID: 107120

LD: 8 + 3 + 2 = 13, Fail

Tio lazy to hold it rn

@Black

“Not to mention you would already have some connection to frontliners. That can be useful in the future if you ever plan to join the frontlines,” he mused. “You’ll already be familiarized with everyone already, so that could be eventful.”

”Did you prefer the military over cooking?” He asked. “It seems like you would rather cook than join the military. I suppose I don’t know your whole story though,” he shrugged his shoulders. I shouldn’t be assuming stuff so much when I barely know anything about him.

”Indeed, it is... bad. I’ve been getting used to it though. Nothing I can’t do if I have time.” He smiles cheekily at Black before nodding. “I don’t plan on being a coward and just stand in the frontliners shadows. Not saying that I would want to be up there, no. But I want to at least contribute to their cause, even if it’s a tiny gesture.”

”That sounds like a good plan.” Ptolemy skimped slightly as he released he was indeed, not alone this time. Those few hours were like hell to me. 

ID: 107114

LD: 4 + 2 = 6, Fail

@Black

“That’s fascinating. You’re so new to being a cook and yet you’re already starting to get ready to serve the frontliners?” He mimicked his grin. “Must be pretty cool thought. Did you ever Perdue any career that involved food in the real world? You seem pretty passionate about it.”

”Not just yet. This is still my first video game, like ever.” He deadpanned and sighed. “So I’m just taking baby-steps for now. Nothing too drastic just yet.” Sweatdropping at sound of a particular quest, he shrugged. “Oh really? I wouldn’t know... ha ha,” he chuckled nervously but piped up after a few seconds. “But I am actually taking the quest.” For the second time. “Let’s just hope I get lucky this ti- I mean, abnormally lucky.” Ptolmey sputtered our the few last words sheepishly. “Have... have you tried any of the harder quests? You look like you have improved, at a much faster rate than me of course.”

@Black

OOC: Just gonna assume that it’s around 8-ish

Ptolemy blinked, registering the words that had filled with ears. A little minute..? Hustle up- you know what, whatever. “It’s good to see you alive and well well also,” He grinned, actually glad that he knew someone in this town. “I’ve been relatively... alright. Oh, right. I’ll be looking forward to it when you open. I’m sure you’ll be make fine food,” Ptolemy blinked a few times but focused on Black. “So you’re just on floor two for gathering? Seems pretty early in the morning to be gathering,” he exclaimed, trying to stop himself from inwardly groaning at the word ‘morning’. 

Hate the mornings. Never liked them. Displeasing hour to be awake at. I’ve last track of the amount of times I’ve done all-nighters and the mornings after we’re Hell itself. He shuddered, If it weren’t for coffee, I’d be passing out left and right. “You seem to be doing alright, I suppose?” Ptolemy shook himself out of his thoughts and focused his attention on his peer.

@Black

Ptolemy felt like he had just been run over by an eight wheeled truck. I hate bloody mornings. He inwardly groaned, rubbing his eyes with a grin look. Blasted sleep schedule and whatnot. He yawned and blinked a few times to get adjusted to the morning light. He pulled his scarf closer to him and sighed. What was I going to do again? Oh yeah. That quest I never finished. He grimaced as he remembered spending almost half the day in the forest, replaying a bunch of stories in his head. I am certain that I was going crazy at the time. He looked at the entrance of town, feeling his confidence go down the drain. What if I’m out there for another four hours doing nothing? 

Blasphemy, maybe I should actually find someone to help me with this. He scanned the crowd of players and NPC’s that occupied the town. His brows furrowed as he spotted a familiar shade of hair and a dark skin tone. Wait I minute... is that Black?  

@Black

Arriving at the shop, Ptolemy quickly picked out a drink that gave him a boost of luck and went to pay to the shopowner. He gave Kasier a cut 'hello' and gave her the mats that he had. "Sorry for not properly introducing myself, but I have some urgent things to do. So, whenever I next see you, I'll introduce myself," he said quickly, stuffing the mats into her hands. "Again, thank you. Sorry for rushing through this. See you later!" he yelled and waved at her before he left. He exited the shop as quickly as he came. Hurry, hurry!

+Loot Die Expresso

-6 Materials

@Kasier

I give up on this thread. So... free SP?

REWARD:

> 800 Col

> 2 SP