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Weed was having an odd feeling stay in his chest. He did not mind the help per se but he was aware of how precious time was. He felt he did not know the girl well enough to be taking up her time. If Weed believed he needed help he would have already called Sage over.

As he looked a thought occurred to him. Maybe the girl was just scared and was trying to stick around him. A relatively handsome fella like himself has always been able to turn the heads of all genders and lack thereof. He believed his beauty to be a sin. Weed believed she was okay when he thought of it like that. She was too young to be eaten for his taste. He would not mind as long as she did not try to hit on him. He could not afford to disappoint his future fan club.

LD: 7 + 2 =  9 (Nooo!)

Materials: 4/5

“Yeah. I am ready to go. May as well get this quest out the way so we can talk Val.” Weed was giving Val a dirty look as he spoke to Haine. He got up and walked out to make his way towards the field. If it was not for the fact that he was aware he could handle the quest alone. He probably would have already left. Viewing Val as a failure made him not want to leave his back to him. "This is no offense to you miss Haine. We just have a relationship that can be considered complicated to say the least. His last lover was someone important to me."

“Since you have a spear you can take the first shot at it. I know how you love running into battle.” Weed did not see a spear on Val but just worked under the assumption that he had it stored away. He would not have expected the white haired man to become a healer instead. It would have given him the same impression as Voldemort running a children's hospital.
 

“Naw. I should be able to do it. If all the ingredients are around here there is bound to be some I can easily harvest. Just go back and see if you can beat me in potion making. I plan on being an alchemist so beware. I could probably beat you in crafting. Probably.” Weed was making a Lenny face, as he was purposely trying to rial the girl up. He was jealous but as he found another herb the feeling dissipated a tad bit.

“See. I found another one. I only need to find one more till I complete this part of the quest as well. I am just not a fan of holding people up when it comes to these kinds of things. As time is precious, or maybe this is me distracting you the entire time. I am just rambling now. Still do not let me hold you back.”
 

LD: 8 + 2 +1 (Multipurpose) =  11 (So close)

Materials: 4/5

“You do not have to rush. I will find it all eventually.” Weed was searching outside of the bushes. He did not want to crawl like as the thought of it made him uncomfortable. A man with his big stature crawling through bush holes like a child. It would be even worse if he got stuck. His embarrassment would last a lifetime.

As he searched he came upon another plant that matched the quest description. The amount of failures he found earlier did not fill him with expectations. He did not even glance at it when he picked it up and was about to place it back down. The notification on his quest log is what made him look back at it. “Look I found one even over here. Maybe this is the proper area we are supposed to be in.” Weed could only hope he did not jinx the both of them with his careless words.

LD: 9 + 2 =  11 (finally)

Materials: 3/5

Weed was feeling light hearted at the moment. He was unable to find any of the necessary materials to complete the quest, and he felt like he was going in circles. His amusement came from the fact that his traveling companion was covered in leaves.

“I find it doubtful that a man as big as my stature would be able to crawl through the bushes like you. If you find any on that side they are all yours. I think it would be best if I took my chances with some place more giant accessible. If I had an axe or weapon it would be a different story.”

The thought of himself using an axe caused Weed to shudder. He believed he could pull off the lumberjack flannel. He just remembered how his lesbian cousin beat the snot out of him in boxing for doing it. No one asked her to be a walking stereotype.
 

LD: 1 + 2 =  3 (Still freaking nothing found)

Materials: 2/5

Familiar Evaluation:

Familiar Name: Lily

Description: An emerald green Dryad Mouse. That looks more like this. She can often be seen riding on top of Weed's head. If she is not along with him she is at the base or just chilling in his clothes. She is a good judge of character and will squeak in communication of people that earn her approval.

Familiar Mastery Skill: N/A

Thread Link: 

Weed’s tail started to flick as he was feeling better. “I thought it would be fun to mess with you. I also wanted to see how you would react to finally being able to see me. It was more interesting to probe you as well.” His hand started to travel all over the other man's body as he spoke. “Besides even if you are crossed you are sure to forgive me right.” Weed was not really asking but making it sound more like a statement as he took an ample amount of liberties.

Weed stopped and let go as his new pet Lily started to squeak at his ear. He did not verbally understand her but somehow got the gist. “She is right. We should get out of here and catch up. I am sure you have as much to ask as I do. So how about we head back and find a place to eat and discuss it?” This was more of a question that could be answered. However Spencer decided to answer Weed already made up his mind about the nighttime games.
 

Weed gazed at the mouse with a serious expression. He did not notice the previous slip up he made. Weed took the food the old gypsy gave him out and approached the mouse. He waved the food as if he was trying to tempt a stray cat to come to him. The mouse fixed him with a stare before crawling up to the treat. The creature nibbled it and climbed up his hand. Weed picked up the small creature and examined all the stats.

“A dryad mouse. Since my name is Weed, my brother's name was Sage, and you are a plant as well. How about Lily?” Weed switched back to his disguised voice. Catching the last bit of what Spencer asked.

“Hahahaha…. I guess I must have slipped up. Well this should make interrogating you easier.” He opened his HUD and took off his helmet while speaking normally. “It has been some time. It is a good thing you have not forgotten me. So who is this other guy you met before getting trapped in the game. I have questions.” Weed used his full height as he got to Spencer this time wrapping his arms around the man. His cow ears betrayed his annoyance. Even if he was trying to make his facial expression calm.
 

CD: 10 (Successful Taming of the Dryad Mouse Lily)

Thank the high heavens for helmets was all Weed could believe. If his facial expressions could talk it would be asking ‘who the flying f*ck was this other man you met outside of SAO. I couldn’t find you for years and all of a sudden I wasn’t the only one outside the game.’ It was irrational jealousy but it was still jealousy. Weed only calmed down when he remembered that Spencer agreed to go on a date with him.

A rustle in the grass caught his attention. Weed did not believe it was a monster as the giant red cursor would have made for a decent giveaway. He pulled the grass back to notice an emerald green mouse. It has leaves growing out of it and looked pleasant to see and gazed back at Weed serenely. Weed felt the overwhelming desire to make it his familiar. Whenever he got like this he knew he had to have it. “I got it. I am going to try and tame this little mouse.” In his excitement he switched back to his normal voice. He placed Noot down to focus.

 

Weed was debating the benefits of making a scene. He debated it for a moment before going to launch a punch. “How dare you show your face in front of me!? After all you’ve done. You useless piece of trash.” Like a mad bull Weed was trying to engage in combat. The rules of the safe zone made all that he was doing completely pointless. He was just so enraged at the mere sight of Val. Even if all that happened was not his fault.

He sat down after a moment of trying. Weed already believed he made a bad impression on the higher up of the guild. Not that he cared too much, with Valentine in the same guild he debated about leaving. Weed felt like he had to bring his attention back to the task at hand. He was just too furious to say anything else. He sat there in his own feelings. His thoughts were a chaotic whirlpool of a mess.
 

Weed kept an amicable smile on his face. How dare Spencer say he was single. I mean they did not have anything serious enough between them but he should have at least thought about it. “I do not mind. I tend to like animals and pets.” Weed bent down to pet the adorable little penguin as he spoke. He changed his mind and picked up the little creature. “No need for you to be down by my knees.” That position is served for keeper.

“I never caught this feller's name. Before I forget I am single as well. Also I have a preference for men as well.” That was how Weed would normally describe his sexuality. He was not one to usually label himself. If he had to he would say gay because it was the closest.

A thought occurred to him. The best way to see Spencer’s surprised face would be to set him up for a surprise. “Since you are single. How about going on a date with me after I find my familiar?”
 

Weed understood the general gist of the girl was talking about. It meant she was all about enjoying life rather than rushing through it. It was a nice mentality to have. It was just too different from the way he grew up to be able to agree to it. If one wanted to enjoy life the way they wanted to then power was necessary. The strong got to decide the rules anywhere they went so being treated unfairly could be considered just for the weak. Even in Aincrad you could not visit the best sites unless you had a high level or a ton of Col.

Weed stopped and felt oddly dog-like as he stopped to examine another plant. His cow tail was swishing in annoyance. “There is probably some type of trick to this we are simply overlooking. I may not be in a complete rush but I feel it is embarrassing to take all day on one beginner quest. If we were even at the halfway point it would not be as embarrassing.”

LD: 5 + 2 =  7 (Nothing found)

Materials: 2/5

Weed was out hunting down monsters when a request in the guild channel caught his eye. A quest two hunt down monsters and collect medicine caught his eye. He decided to take up the quest when he finished reading up the details and looked up the sender. She was a reputable person in the guild and since he had free time he went for it. The threat of death was always present in the game. It was just with the presence of a team that the risk at least lowered.

A person walking into a tavern in full armor in Aincrad, was as common as seeing a Mickey Mouse at Disney. No one turned to give him a second glance. “Hello. You must be the quest sender. I accepted the quest. I may be a tad weaker at the moment but I will rapidly catch up.” Weed paused before giving his name. “ The name is Weed by the way.” Adding his name was a last minute thought as he never officially introduced himself. He sent a party invite as he sat down to wait.
 

“Yes. I should practice more in this armor.” Weed was not feeling pleased by Spencer’s reaction. In a way it was nice that Spencer was not as shy at the moment. It meant that he had no reaction to Weed. Weed was just unsure if the little bit of blush Spencer did produce was from embarrassment. If it was an invitation and Weed just did not push hard enough…….. Weed had to cut the thought of as an unpleasant feeling built in his chest. He had to stop from making himself jealous of himself. He considered Spencer as his toy and he was not a fan of letting others touch his things.

Weed accepted the hand and stood up quickly. It was a shame that he was not as leveled as Spencer; he would have pulled the man into his arms. “I thank you for your assistance. I hope your girlfriend will not get jealous.” It was time for him to alleviate any suspicion for a moment. When he revealed himself it was going to be by jumping on Spencer.
 

It was a good thing Weed had his face covered. The flash of annoyance could be kept off it as his plan failed. Weed flashed an evil smile in his helmet before apologizing profusely. “I am so sorry. Excuse my clumsiness. The armor can be ever so difficult to move in.” He pretended to try and stand only to slip and come back down. Keeping his body on top. “Excuse me, this armor is heavy. It may be easier if you help me up.” Weed grabbed Spencer and rolled over placing himself on his back, with Spencer on top. Weed made sure to cop a feel on Spencer as sneakily as he could.

“That was a total accident, good Sir. I ask you to forgive my indiscretion. Allow me to make it up to you. Perhaps with a decent meal or something similar of your choice.” He was not pushing Spencer to get off of him at the moment. He wanted to see how the man would react on his own.
 

Weed shook his head in agreement at the lack of herbs they were finding. “For a beginner quest line they should be a lot easier. That or we are just completely unlucky. When my little brother first did the quest he claimed to have finished it in mere minutes. So we are terrible or completely in the wrong area. The cursor does not say we are so we must just be unlucky.”

We stopped to check out a bush. At this point he was not above turning over rocks if it meant completing the quest faster. It was just becoming a tedious thing to do. Weed was also unsure if he had the social skills to continue with the conversation. He believed he was running out of things to talk about. Weed was worried he was becoming dull and boring as more time passed. He was fixed between a dilemma of trying to leave to search on his own or tough it out and stay.
 

LD: 7 + 2 =  9 (Nothing found)

Materials: 2/5

Weed shuddered as he prepared to use his fake voice again. He thought it was about time for him to try and flirt with Spencer to see how the guy was going to react. “I heard that the plant type creatures are useful when it comes to Alchemists. I plan on crafting often and I thought having one such creature would be useful. If it works I can get potions out to the front line faster.” 

Weed trailed behind as they walked allowing Spencer to lead the way. It was time for him to set his plan in motion. “Whoa. Look out!?” Weed suddenly raised his voice as he tripped himself at a decent timing. His tall stature should have him fall on top of Spencer from behind. Giving a perfect chance to touch the man's booty. Weed could only chuckle inwardly as he fell. It would be the second time that Spencer managed to get him to fall for him.
 

“Some parts are beautiful and imaginative. The rest honestly looks no different from other parts of the world. I think the danger is part of what makes this place realistic.” Weed stopped talking for a second as he checked out a suspicious looking plant. After he realized the design was made to look like a marijuana bush he laughed. “My bad. I was saying the real world is just as dangerous as being in Aincrad. The main difference is that Aincrad can be a little more predictable because as everything follows the constraint of data. If you want to be more philosophical we cannot say for sure the real world does not follow set rules all the time as well. Not that I would want to think about that.”

Weed was searching for more of the required quest materials but was still having no luck. It became an annoyance as a beginner quest should not be as difficult as it was to complete. A tutorial quest should have had all the materials within an easy range of each other. Unless it was and the duo were walking in the wrong direction.
 

ID# 183195     LD: 7 + 2 =  9 (Nothing found)

Materials: 2/5

“Why, yes it is an adorable fella.” Weed was feeling like not just a tool but the entire box. Speaking like this for a long period of time would give him the urge to punch stuff. It was the main reason why he could never work in customer service. Weed would have long hauled off and punched annoyance. At least as a soldier things that annoyed him never lived long.

“Weed is fine. It is a short enough name as it is good Sir. I am also an alchemist. So a familiar of a plant type would be the most useful I believe. Finding one such creature should be easy. As I have heard, none-corrupted plant type beasts are fairly common on this floor.” Weed started walking in a general direction. He was getting tired of talking like that but was slightly nervous he would be found out if he did not. “Just inform me if you spot something and keep stuff from killing me.”
 

Weed was glad he was not drinking at the moment. If he was he would have been able to do a classic spit tack. When the companion accepted the request and approach he did not pay too much attention as he was lost in thought. Upon the announcement of his name Weed could have choked on air. He lost track of his favorite toy/lover upon arrival in Aincrad. He never thought he would have found him under these circumstances. This was one time Weed was glad to be wearing full armor.

“Why, yes. Hello! Thank you for accepting my request. Your help is greatly appreciated.” Weed was using the fakest customer service voice he had. He wanted to play around with Spencer. That would require him not giving himself away too quickly. “I have already accepted the quest and received the food. You can help me search in the areas clear of corruption.”
 

“That would actually make the most sense. It would make the game more realistic overall as well. I have had to pick herbs in Hoia Baciu so this should be loads easier by comparison.” Weed slightly reminisced about the dangerous place as he continued to search. That forest was so creepy he would have had a heart attack by stepping on a twig, if he was not armed to the teeth with enough weapons to make an extremist group proud.

Weed felt weird trying to make small talk. “So what did you do before getting trapped in SAO? Not that you are obligated to share.” He was not really interested but his societal convention handbook mentioned recent events being popular. He could not find any herbs but really felt like he was nailing it in the conversational partner area. Weed picked up a weed that looked like the herb before placing it back down.

ID# 183168     LD: 1 + 2 =  3 (Nothing found)

Materials: 2/5

Weed was doing his usual amount of foraging on the thirteen floor. The floor grew interesting herbs that were helpful as he tried to power raise his alchemy. “Hello young man!” Weed stopped the flash of the axe that was about to fly at the old lady. He may be under leveled but years of field work made him slightly sensitive.

“Hello.” It was all he said as he was unsure if the current NPC was friendly or not. “You have a strong aura about you. I would say you would make a decent tamer. Here is some food. Go out and make a new friend.” A quest showed up in his log. A flash of surprise showed up on his face. It was a quest his guildmates told him about. It was why he kept the pheromone bottle in his storage. He took it out and gave himself a quick spritz.

Deciding that he may need help. He posted on the adventurer’s channel. He was fully decked on in his armor to keep himself from danger. An extra layer of protection could never be too much. He specifically kept the request to people that already had a familiar. As to keep the ones without from trying to jack his potential familiar. He decided to wait before going any deeper into the floor.
 

Rewards

Spencer: 3 SP (2 complete pages, 1 pandemic), 400 Col

Weed Valentine: 3 SP (2 complete pages, 1 pandemic), 400 Col

Weed awoke with a start. He rubbed the horns on his head as he looked around to gain his bearings. He was in a dingy hotel in the town of beginnings, as he looked to the right, memories of what happened started flooding back to him. He may have dreamed of a time before being trapped in the death game, the time when he was the simple soldier Nathaniel, but the reality of his current situation hit him like a fist in a mosh pit.

His fingers rubbed Spencer's back. Happy to see his lover in what he could consider as the new world. His determination to keep the two of them alive to finish the game sinking into his very core.  Weed laid back in bed to let his lover sleep some more. As the memories of the past floated about in his head. Spencer may not have been the first person Weed met in SAO. Spencer was however the last person he met before he logged in. “If things were different and I pushed login time till later. We would have never gotten trapped inside. I owe you an apology for that. The only one you may get from me.” Weed whispered to his love. His cow ears flickering about. As he waited for the sun to rise and a brand new day to start in Aincrad.