Kingsley

Kingsley knelt down on the ground. Something extremely valuable had stumbled across his line of sight. "The white rhinoceros beetle. I've heard of them before, but never in my life would I have thought to look for them on this floor. Extremely rare and useful little creatures," Kingsley said. Its armored shell was pure white and its horn longer than the average beetle's. Neither of the two had ever seen one in the flesh. "What are they used for?" Morningstar asked, perplexed but curious. "Tea," Kingsley explained succinctly. With the end of his walking stick, he crushed the insect. "

Kingsley finished picking the flowers he had dubbed as "Potentially Blue Septembers," which he scribbled on the container's label with a pen that had magically appeared in his hand. He tossed them away in his inventory, continuing through the never ending plains while Morningstar kept a lookout for oncoming boars. He warned Kingsley that if they wandered too close to the forest, they would have to deal with wolves as well, but also ensured him that he could keep him safe regardless. The wolves, as the blonde put it, were not much scarier than the boars. "Very good. If we have time, t

"Perhaps. I can't say I've ever been to either," Kingsley admitted. "Really? How far up the floors have you been?" Morningstar looked surprised. Even players of the lowest level eventually got bored of the Town of Beginnings and traveled to the higher cities. They were all safe, after all. "Floor six. Although, I rarely go above four. I don't love the heat and my relationship with the people of Krycim is rocky at best," another laugh escaped his withered lips. Six floors was not very far at all. "You're missing out—Yomi, on floor ten, is a sight worth seeing. And floor twenty-tw

With a strained sound, he picked himself up off the ground and smacked Morningstar across the leg with his cane. "Off we go. Lots more of these to check," Kingsley said in response to the blonde's surprised yelp. The next bush was a dud; there were no berries nor consumable leaves anywhere to be seen. He thought, for a moment, that he could get away with bringing a few of the bush leaves but decided that if he were asked to craft with them that he would feel rightly embarrassed. "So, why alchemy?" asked Morningstar. "The world needs alchemists, does it not?" Kingsley answered.

"Here's the deal, kid," Kingsley pointed in the general direction of the boars with his walking stick. "I've got ingredients to look for but I can't have those suckers gettin' in my way. I'll need you to keep them off my back while I look around." "Alrighty, then. What're you looking for exactly?" Morningstar asked, unfamiliar with the art of alchemy. "Leaves, herbs, berries, and such. Things that I can brew." "Fair enough." They paused their walk near a bush, where Kingsley decided to dig around for materials. On his hands and knees, he sifted through branches and prickles

"Much appreciated, young man," Kingsley smiled, wasting no time before sipping his drink. It was slightly above room temperature and had a bit of a bite to it. "Not bad," he muttered. Of all of the brandies he had tried, it was at least in the top sixties. The room began to fill as passersby found themselves interested in food and drink; it was that time of the day, he supposed. "Might as well pass the whole bottle," he chuckled to the girl called Angie, who had taken over for her noirette workmate. "A real shame there's no sports broadcasting. I'd sit around watching the game all day if

"Well, I didn't," Morningstar said plainly. Evangeline returned from her storage room, a large glass bottle full of bubbling green liquid. She placed it on the counter, unscrewing the cap and dropping a rose into the potion. Before it could even touch the liquid, it vanished with a puff of fire and smoke. She wafted the burning scent away with her hand and closed it up. "This is called Eartheater. Don't drink it. 4,000 col, please." While Morningstar paid up, Evangeline spoke with the old man. "Like I said, I'm happy to teach you alchemy. Unfortunately, my stock has gotten a little b

"What do you mean I don't qualify for a loan?!" "It's your credit, sir—I'm afraid you have none." The old man stomped away, grumbling something about "kids these days." He fled the Central Bank of Aincrad in a bout of frustration, running new schemes and plans through his business savvy mind. If the bank would not give him the money for a shop, then he would have to do something about it himself. He marched up to the nearest alchemy store and racked on the wooden door, giving zero time before barging inside. "I'd like to apply for an apprenticeship!" He announced, immediately gr

Quest The Central Bank of Aincrad: a hub for all things related to money. Located near the heart of the Town of Beginnings, the great white building stood as a symbol of security and reliability to its patrons, which included every soul currently roaming the floors of Aincrad. It was packed throughout the day, opening in the morning and closing in the early afternoon. It's NPC staff members worked tirelessly to support players in their financial endeavors. From everyday banking to purchasing your first house, they had the tools for you. "Next!" A teller called while she scribble

"35% off all Drinks from now to the Sixteenth, and 50% off all Drinks on the Seventeenth," read the sign. Discounted drinks were all Kingsley needed to hear; he would go wherever he was asked. He had philosophized that the only thing better than a good drink was a cheap one. "I wonder if they have brandy..." he muttered to himself, prepared to drink the business dry. He wandered into The Carefree Magpie, his 4'11 frame disappearing and reappearing behind furniture. His outfit was the definition of unfashionable. A hat with long, floppy ears and stripes of orange and blue, as well as

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Profile Username: Kingsley Real name: Waxton Kingsley Age: 82 Gender: Male Country: Wales Height: 152cm Weight: 47kg Birthday: January 18 Orientation: Heterosexual Background: Waxton Kingsley, referred to by friends as Wax or Kingsley, is one of the few Sword Art Online players to fall under the demographic of "seniors." His favorite things include exotic teas, his grandchildren, winter sports, hard liquor, and historical literature. He has a large family, consisting of his late wife, who passed away in their fifties after a long battle