Freyd

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"This looks more promising." A series of sizable trees had fallen over a small spit of land projecting out into the pond, offering better access and vantage over the open water. Maybe, if he was lucky, it might also

Flipping open the lid on his latest catch, Freyd barely noticed as the contents spilled into his inventory. "Vayl. My name is Vayl. And, uh... Mari's kind of wandered off. I'm not really sure how I ended up here. Some Captain Nemo person invited me in, and I guess I sorta figured that he might have offered the same to Mari, so I followed." Freyd looked completely unimpressed. "Let me get this straight. You have no idea where Mari is, so you just decided to wander Aincrad randomly on the off chance that you might bump into her?" If Montjoy could speak, Freyd expected th

"Holy shit!" 'Sir Flabbergast' seemed a bit too agog to have much combat experience, or maybe he was just easily impressed. Returning to his seat and plopping himself down onto the same spot, Freyd couldn't help but wonder if the game would eventually imprint his butt-cheeks into the stone if he stayed here long enough. Probably not, but the thought was amusing. A casual shrug was all he offered to the stranger. "What's your name, anyway? Please don't say Lancelot." "Uh... what? No. I'm...err... Vayl. My name is Vayl!" "You anxious about something, Vayl?" A single r

A quick spin and lateral strike sent the Hand spiraling sideways and left a deep rut in Eden's previously pristine lawn. Nemo wouldn't be happy, but that was a problem for later. Lunging forward and holding his staff like a spear, Freyd stuck the mob mid-knuckle, where the middle finger met the hand. It seemed like some sort of equivalent to its solar plexus, but the damned thing's anatomy was so weird that there was no true comparison. It could just be like a hand. Freyd scowled at his shadow, whose mocking sarcasm was not appreciated. These things were like the nuisance weeds o

"Oh, we met at the Tanabata event last year. It's a bit of a weird story. You should ask her, if you get the chance. My name's Freyd. She'll probably curse when you mention it, but we both know that's her most obvious sign of affection." He delivered the entire spiel with a pleasant smile on his face and without missing a beat. Their was far more complicated, though there was a sufficient kernel of truth to his words that it suffused the rest and passed muster. Freyd and Mari has a tenuous past, mainly due to the strange notion he had that she was a hero in waiting - deep, deep waiting

'Lancelot' blinked, as if Freyd had just slapped him across the face with a wet fish. His eyes mirrored the internal struggle between his brain, perceptions and expectation. A complete stranger who knew Mari by vague description was not at all what he'd expected. "I....er...umm... yes?!" The man had a naive, knightly air about him that made Freyd think he was just a kid, despite his considerable stature. It was likely some manner of overcompensation, or romantic infatuation with noble ideals. 'Poppycock', he thought to himself while maintaining a distinctly neutral expression. "How.

"Are those things as ridiculous as they look?" A stranger's voice came at him from the left, and not without warning. The man's heavy armor clanked so loudly that Freyd wondered if it was meant to be some new form of hate mechanic. "So far? Yes, actually." For a quiet, out of the way spot, he seemed to be attracting a fair share of visitors. "Are you looking for someone?" "Erm... yeah. Kinda." The new arrival' whose garb was slightly reminiscent of a knight's templar, save without the red cross, reached up and ran a heavy gauntlet through his hair. He was a stout one, f

"Did it just wonk at me?" Freyd wasn't sure what the sound was meant for, and even less sure of who he was supposed to be asking. The Gilded Hand was stuck, for lack of a better description, pinned beneath his staff and a large rock. "Please tell me that wasn't a whimper. Do mobs whimper now?!" He tried shaking it off, to no avail. Bracing a foot against on of the backs of its fingers, it occurred to him that the most dangerous part of the mob was likely behind it, in the direction towards which all of its joints bent. Short of surprising flexibility, the things simply weren't const

His staff's impact nearly split the hand in two, just from the force of blunt trauma inflicted. The damage to the creature's mesh was brutal and extensive, reminding him of a scene in one of the classic terminator movies, where this liquid metal dude had been completely blasted apart by a grenade, but was still walking around. Except, in this case, it was walking on fingers. So weird. Addled by the blow, the hand just stood, staggered, in its current place. Its eyes had ended up at different ends of its sundered shell and we staring off in opposite directions, which was no doubt s

The rod gave jiggle and judder that had already become familiar in the Whisper's gaze and memory. A golden hand, nearly six feet tall, spawned a few feet away within seconds. "How are newbies ever going to benefit from fishing if you lot keep showing up all the time? Don't you know that it's rude to interrupt someone's vacation, regardless of whether its official?!" The hand just blinked, which was weird to even consider. "Alright. Looks like I'm just going to have to get used to this. At least the rewards were good, even if not particularly needed, thanks to past efforts. More nev

"More goodies," he added, smiling to himself. Freyd was never truly jubilant. It just wasn't in his nature. Dour? Sure. Distant? Just about always. Considerate? More often than you would think, assuming he could actually process the mood. Sometimes, it just didn't register. Lack of frame of reference could be a problem. He might even laugh at a given circumstance or situation, but often only for its paradoxical nature or as a result of some exercise in wit. He had a penchant for intellectual humour, and no appreciation for foolish impulses or poor choices. People ought to know bet

It turned out to be Nemo, wandering by again as part of his regular gardening duties. "How are you enjoying things? I hope that the clouds haven't dampened your experience?" Freyd smiled at the play on words, while politely acknowledging his host. "I've had no complaints. Though I had been meaning to ask: what's with all these Gilded Hand things that keep cropping up?" Nemo tilted his head like a lot puppy, somehow failing to recognize the name, or Freyd's meaning. "They are a part of this place, as is everything else. Has there been a problem?" "Well... n