Ptolemy

It feels weird. He commented to himself soon after he had his outburst. It's so peaceful and quiet here, not like the places I've been to before. Father and mother would never let me go anywhere this remote or rural. He ran his hand down a nearby tree and smiled softly,  it feels real. I could say it felt more real than our own garden's trees. Sad, is it not? I pity me years ago. If I knew what the world felt like, I would've defied everything mother and father ever told me. I would prefer this over a medical degree anytime. I should've treasured what I had when I had it.  Ptolemy sucked in a sharp breath at the thought, time. What a weird subject.

There's no end to time, nor is there a beginning. Such an unusual thing. You can have so much of it, yet so little.  A throaty chuckle escaped him, it felt weird discussing a subject like time to himself, especially when the only thing he would be thinking about in broad daylight would be pharmaceutical topics. It felt nice to think about something other than medicine.

ID: 106560

LD: 9

When I announced that I was going on a trip with father, they were just so... cold. He frowned, a good bit of his mouth turning down. Could they possibly be jealous? He flexed his hands uncomfortably and irritatedly. Perhaps... but why would they be? Mother and father are nothing but strict on me, if I had a choice, it would be the other way around! They know that our parents enforce the most rules on me, and they still choose to be jealous of me? He could feel the heat bubbling from inside of him. That is downright outrageous! Ptolemy felt as if he just had been betrayed. Why would they dislike me? Jealousy is a horrible excuse, they have nothing to be jealous for. The hateful aura around him soon subsided and was replaced by a depressing and confused one.

The player just stared at his feet for a few seconds before regaining his composure. I will discuss this with them when I get out of here, he reminded himself, ensuring that he will be thinking about this again. Feeling something pressing against his leg, he found a good chunk of materials. Keeping a nonchalant face on, he placed it in his inventory with a blank sigh.

ID: 106557

LD: 14

His fingers twitched as he thought of the grim and potential outcomes. Breathing out a short and stressful sight, he decided to just drop the blasted topic. This isn't a time and place for worrying, I have plenty of time later-- after I finish this quest. He craned his head to look up at the bright blue sky, thinking about how much time he has left of the day.  Seems fairly bright still. The sun hasn't risen to it's full yet, so it's just barely before noon. he turned his attention away from the sun and back to the wilderness in front of him. I believe I still have a lot of time left.

Starting to resume his searching, Ptolemy's thoughts started to drift unnecessarily again. I wonder if Anna and Val miss me? Surely they do, right? I've been nothing but caring and respectful towards them. He bit his lips again but in frustration this time.  They were unpleasant the last time I saw them. What have I done wrong?

ID: 106554

LD: 1

This is not going well, not well at all. The quest, yes. My thoughts? A definite and utter no. He raked a hand through his sky blue hair stressfully. Who knows how long I'll be here. Mother and father could pull the plug right now, it would make sense right? His eyes widened a millimeter at the thought. Impossible, he snorted, shaking his head doubtfully. The press wouldn't like that... and I'm sure mother and father wouldn't want to be in the spotlight again. The last thing they need is for the public to be shaming them. Pulling out life support would surely kill me, they'll be in the center of newspapers and articles for weeks if they do anyways. He sighed and bit on his chapped lips, but am I not their son? If they have at least just one bit of hope or trust in me, they'll know I'll survive here, right?

ID: 106581

LD: 6

The player stretched his arms with a microscopic sigh escaping his lungs. I bet mother and father would be slightly displeased though. A small frown replaced his usual smile.  I could see the headlines in Berlin's papers, "CEO ERNST AND THEA SCHMIDT'S 'PERFECT SON' FALLS UNDER THE SAO PLAGUE". He narrowed his eyes discreetly at the floor while in thought, no, that is a childish thought of mine. I will have none of that in my mind. Restraining himself from gritting his teeth together, he started to walk again.  Mother and father must be very... distasteful of me now. I will find it hard to imagine that they will ever respect me again when I get out. He sighed and massaged his aching temples.  This is not good, not good at all. I am sure that I won't be the 'perfect child' anymore. The blue-haired male huffed irritatedly, fidgetting roughly with his hands.

ID: 106501

LD: 8

Ptolemy shook his head and sighed. “I must be getting paranoid,” he sighed heavily. I’m pretty sure this game is getting to me. But I must say... he paused, taking notice of the lush green forestry and wilderness. It is indeed peaceful here. Having a small cottage here would too bad, would it? Ptolemy smiled softly at the thought as proceeded down the forest. Maybe Annabelle and Val would've liked it here, no, I'm sure they would.  His smile grew a notch wider at the mention of his beloved sisters. His lips formed a tight line soon after, homesickness slowly creeping up on him. I hope they miss me. What are you talking about Klaus?  He pulled his hair away from his forehead with a weak grunt.  Of course, they miss you, they're your sisters. A light chuckled escaped him, I'm worrying too much. 

Spotting something from the corner of his eye, he quickly makes out the shape. Two down, three to go. Not too hard, eh? 

ID: 106493

LD: 20

Ptolemy headed into the shop with a small smile. I heard this place produces a lot of decent quality clothing, it couldn't hurt to try it. He just needed something to help him gather more easily, nothing too flashy or drastic, he'd prefer something just plain and simple. When he entered the tailor's shop, he immediately took notice of the array of clothing displayed. Impressive, was the first thing that came to mind. He looks good at his job, I suppose. 

Heading straight towards the custom order forms, he quickly scribbled on his desired piece of clothing. Dropping it off into the bin, he looked up to see the what he assumed was the shop owner.[I think it's a bin/basket] Making his way over to Hei, Ptolemy gave a sweet smile at him. "Delightful shop you have here, quite impressive if I must say. My name is Ptolemy by the way, nice to meet you." Ptolemy paused for a few seconds. "I'm in no rush for this item to be finished, so just finish it whenever you have the time," the blue-haired player told him. "Thank you again," he said one last time before he headed out of the shop.

-700 Col

@Hei

Ptolmey blinked at the player for a few seconds before coming back to reality, “oh, sorry if I seemed distant. It’s not everyday someone just walks up to you like that.” He held out his hand to the announced stranger. “Pleased to meet you Dustin. You can call me Ptolemy.” Certainly odd, I never saw people act like him back in Berlin. Is this normal in other countries? 

Scanning Dustin up and down, the blue-haired player tilted his head at his odd sense of style. “It’s... odd,” Ptolemy trailed off for a few heartbeats before speaking up again. “Nothing to be ashamed of though!” He piped up quickly after. “It’s very unusual, in a good way of course. You don’t get to see people like that everyday in the real world,” Ptolemy pointed out, while it was certainly odd to see this in the real world, he found it quite enjoyable to finally look at something new for once in his life.

”A little adventure won’t hurt, I suppose?” He murmured, hovering his hand over the party acceptance. It won’t be too bad. No pain, no gain?

Battle Ready: 

@Dustin

Finding it somewhat odd that he was in the middle of a busy town in Aincrad's third floor, Ptolemy cursed at himself for being such a forgetful idiot.  Hell, what am I doing here? Hell, why am I saying hell? He 'tsked' himself and sighed, I can imagine the frowns mother and father would be sending me if they saw me now, he thought in a somewhat bitter tone. Shaking off the feeling, he scanned the area around him. A lot of people,  he noted, taking sign at the number of people rushing by him. I've seen more in Berlin though. Trying to untangle himself from the massive web of players on the street, he eventually found himself next to a stone cobbled building. He pressed his head against the building and sighed heavily, I guess I can just wait for the people to die down, not anytime soon from what it looks like though.

@Dustin

Sooner or later, the man found himself on the outskirts of the forest. No pain, no gain, he kept telling himself. Resisting the urge to think negatively at the sight in front of him, he coughed into his arm and smiled. "Now this can't be too hard, hm?"  He said to particularly no one. Great, now you're going crazy, he thought jokingly to himself and chuckled lightly. "Let's just finish this, I don't want to keep Zackiriah waiting," he muttered to himself once again. Ptolemy grinned at his stupidity once again before heading out into the leaf-covered terrain. 

After a few minutes of just walking around, Ptolemy soon found what he was looking for. Scooping up the material in his hand, a grinned in satisfaction only before he placed it in his inventory. Looking up, he soon realized something. It's quiet. Way too quiet. He rose a brow in suspicion.  Is it supposed to be this quiet?

ID: 106460

LD: 11

Feeling as if a large rock had just been lifted off his shoulders, Ptolemy started devising a plan. From what my sources said, the only places a low-leveled player like me would find any use in this floor would be the forest and the plains. The plains could hold a significant amount of wealth, I know that for sure, but the risk of being there all day unsettles me. The forest on the other hand...  He turned his head to the deciduous stricken forest not too far away. I am confident it will be easier to find materials there. My risk of death could be higher in the forest, but would it be worth it? Feeling the weight pressing in his stomach again, he waved it off and decided. No pain, no gain as father would say, he finally thought, setting his unplanned path towards the floor's gloomy-looking forest. No pain, no gain.

As he made his way through the Town of Beginnings, Ptolemy started feeling quite ecstatic.  Now that I think about it, this will be one of the first quests I've done so far, he commented silently, a massive bubble of excitement slowly grew more substantial in his guts. But then again, it is only the start of something new. I certainly think that this quest is the start of my great journey. He pulled his hand back on his hair and sighed, "when did I start getting so dramatic?" The blue-haired player chuckled to himself, a tiny but joyful smile painted across his face.  Maybe I could've have rephrased that in a lot less... informal way? He shook his head and blinked,  stop overthinking it, Klaus.

He stopped at the entrance of town with a determined fire lighting his eyes. There is no going back now, I suppose. I hardly think that this quest would kill me in any sort of way. But then again, anything can kill you.

“I suppose not,” Zackiriah repeated quietly. “Of course, I’ll let you be on your way. Have fun now,” the Santa Claus doppelgänger gave him one last smile before a quest notification popped up in front of Ptolemy. 

Quickly accepting it, the bluenette gave the NPC a pat on the back before smiling softly at him. “Thank you, I’ll see you later.” Waving at the man on his way out, the blue-haired played sighed in relief as he felt the suns ray beat down on his face. That went better than expected I suppose.

Ptolemy’s fingers twitched as he walked down the steps of the shop, a signature smile on his face. “Can’t be too hard, just gathering materials,” he echoed Zackiriah softly, slightly doubtful that his definition of ‘easy’ won’t be the same as his. “I’m sure it will be fine,” he muttered to himself, his lips forming into a tight line. Easy is easy anyways.

[OOC: Gray text will belong to NPC's or made up players ]

The NPC looked up from his workstation and stared at Ptolemy for a few more seconds before breaking out into a grin. Gripping the player’s hand, he gave a firm shake and nodded. “Ptolemy, huh? The names Zackiriah. What brings you my humble shop?” He released Ptolemy’s hand and crossed them over his chest. “But I assume you came for the quest, judging by how new you look, hm?”

Ptolemy nodded his head slightly and slightly smiled. “Am I that obvious?” He chuckled, looking down at his beginner's armor. “I suppose so, but you are correct.” The player sniffed before talking again. “It’s not too relatively difficult I assume?” 

Zackiriah shrugged his shoulders. “Not unless you find gathering a bunch of materials difficult,” the NPC answered. “It’s just basically that. Not too hard, eh?” Zackiriah mumbled, turning his head to give Ptolemy a small smile.

Ptolmey shrugged, “I suppose not. I should be leaving soon, I don’t want it to be too dark when I get back,” he noted out loud, looking out the windows of the shop.

Ptolemy entered the blacksmith's store with a nonchalant sigh. "So this is the place, huh?" He muttered, glancing around the shop. When he spotted the shop owner, a small smile blossomed on his face. Walking over to him, Ptolemy outstretched his hand and grinned at the fellow player. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Ptolemy. You're the owner of this establishment I assume?" He tilted his head in question. Turning his head to the custom order forms, he gave the shop owner one last smile, "excuse me for a bit." The blue-haired player gave him one last grin before heading off to the custom order forms.

As Ptolemy finished his order, he let out a relieved sigh. "Now that that's finally over with," he coughed into his arm. "I hope you try your best when making this." He murmured, giving Dustin a smile and a pat on the shoulder on the way out.

@Dustin

Ptolemy glided up the blacksmith's stairs with a nonchalant expression sealed on his face. "I'm fairly certain he said it was this shop... hopefully." Rubbing the back of his neck, the player carefully widened the front door of the shop and poked his head in.  Zackiriah was his name, right? He restrained himself from biting the inside of his cheek frustratedly but entered the shop anyways. He glanced around at the interior of the shop and nodded thankfully. "Oh thank God, I thought I might've been in the wrong shop," he let out a relieved sigh and looked around a bit more. He certainly doesn't seem very organized, he commented, noticing the cluttered materials, weapons, and shields that littered the shop's shelves and tables. I suppose I can help him with that after I do this quest, Ptolemy noted to himself before venturing farther into the shop. 

As he dove deeper, Ptolemy soon found himself a few meters away from what looks like a retired Santa Claus in ragged clothing. Assuming it was the quest giver, the blue-haired player took a few steps forward and cleared his throat. "Zackiriah, I assume?" He outstretched his hand out to the NPC. "Nice to mee you, my names Ptolemy."