[PP-F1] The Call (Zelrius)

[Sierra 0]

Sierra sat their at the base of the tree sending a gaze up toward the branches that she hadn't seen much of in the past few years after she had received her visa and fled from her Russian father. A deep sigh of relief fluttered off her breath as she now pierced her eyes clothes her one arm now rested gently upon her head. The other comletely vacant of it's placement on the other side as the only sign was a small stump that barely wiggled off of her shoulder. "Pathetic Sierra, sitting out here under virtual sun as if you had no care in the world," She sighed her accent lingering quite heavily as she reached forward once again to open the menu and looking at the various symbols. Her own frustration keeping her locked in this sorta purgatory as she grew frustrated with her inability to read and write. She understood the symbols well enough but that alone wasn't enough for rummaging through the menu system. "Bychit" She growled angrily as she prodded at the exit symbol now closing the menu and sighing. "I can't even work a menu to cook myself food ..."

[Zelrius 0]

As Zelrius sheathed both his swords, the sound of Metal against the sheaths on each side and the clicking as they locked into place echoed throughout the Dungeon. That was it, The Field boss of this Dungeon was cleared, with little to no effort. The golden haired boy let out a sigh and turned to Tristan with a small grin. "Good work, Invincible Warrior. That concludes our Exploration of the Lower Floors for the day. I am going to head back to The Hall and catch a drink, maybe socialize a bit. I am sure Flints is probably waiting for you back at the Guild Hall. If not, I am positive she'd be happy if you were there waiting for her." He gave a small laugh and waved his Long-time friend farewell for now. and began to slowly meander out of the Dungeon and back into the Sunlight and Grass of the First Floor. That Dungeon had proved relatively easy, just as he had suspected it would. Of course, The Golden haired boy made short work of Floor bosses. Couple that with the fact that Tristan had accompanied him, and it was basically just a nice little stroll through a dark cavern. Except, the area they occupied was always lit up due to their various gear pieces.

Speaking of gear, Zelrius had this habit of running down all his gear whenever he was done using it for the day. Not in fear that it would be gone or damaged or anything (Since Uniques didn't break under Durability) but just as a way of reassuring himself he still had some of the best gear around. He jingled his two Pendants, the one that marked his rank in the Azure Brigade: Commandant. The other, a birthday gift from Kitty. A small, light blue, Rose shaped necklace with the words 'Azure Brigade' etched onto it. He gave a flap of his black cloak with the golden fur lining. The golden symbol of fire on the back of it waving gently as the Cloak lightly swooshed from the force.

With a quick wipe down of his Tuxedo, a tightening of his bowtie and a relacing his shoes, Zelrius began to wander through the endless grass fields toward the giant city that loomed over the First floor. Yes, The town of Beginnings. Ironic the game, given this City outsized all the other Cities found thus far by atleast twice their sizes. It wasn't long while walking that re-entered through their gates. It was strange; Despite his being nearly level 50 now, Zelrius found himself in this city more often that he imagined he would be back when he left it. Of course, being a Vet of RPGs, he knew full well that you often visited areas you had been to before, just this game didn't seem like that was necessary. And to be honest; It wasn't. He didn't have to be back on this floor. It was just this is where he found most of his entertainment in between boss fights.

With that being said, he was much in the mood for entertainment, and found much the opposite when trudging through the blades of grass and coming across a girl sitting against a tree. Now that wasn't an unusual occurence, Both high and Low Levels had a tendency to find the nice tree every now and then, lean back, and relax. It was something of a sort of Sword Art Online Past time, The Tree representing the peace and harmony that was outside of the threat of the death from the actual world they were in. However, what was unusual was the missing arm. Generally, the game replaced lost limbs if they were cut off by some way or another through the heat of battle or caught, or what have you. Often times, even if the limb was missing in real life, it could be re-made within the game, but there were cases of people who opted out of having their handicaps fixed. This was more than definitely one of those cases, and Zelrius lifted his eyebrows, questioning and headed over to the girl under the tree.

"Ave," The Golden haired Commandant greeted in the language known as Ancient Latin. "The sun's finally come out and warmed up the Lower floors from the terrible winter we just had, hasn't it?" He felt that a comment on the weather was the most generic way possible he could 'break the ice' and at the very least get a conversation going with this strange girl.

Edited March 2, 2016 by Zelrius

[Sierra 0]

The woman lied their in wait for as sign that would tell her to sit up from her rump and begin peeking over the rest of the groups now wandering the field, she would have loved to start training if it wasn't for that simple and easy to fix issue. Illiteracy. She began to hit her head upon the tree behind her till she started creating a dent in the bark. "Stop being proud dumb dumb." A deep rather annoyed sigh escaped her pursed lips smiling as she recalled that this handicap she underwent was her choice it just didn't seem right to rely upon artificial handicaps. Besides it was just disturbing to feel a limb that didn't deserve to be their and maneuver it. She shivered recalling the first time she stepped into the game it was slow and didn't have nearly the same ability as her real life hand. She was already left handed and use to one handed swords what was the purpose int attempting to fail at something new not that she had gotten vary far as is.

As she rested she heard the rustling of grassed and peered an eye open viewing the man who now stood before her in rather elegant, rather prestigious clothing for someone in this world. He must have been important, or at least thought of himself as someone who was. Either way it wasn't moving her even his foreign tongue merely left her staring blankly at him for a few seconds and stating something herself, "Akoy Bessmyslenny." (Such gibberish) She closed her eyes now and laid her head back down before thinking to herself as she hopefully spoke in a language he did understand but poorly, "Sorry I'm from Russia. I still don't speak ... good yes?" She stated hoping he wouldn't understand her to the point that she could actually ask him assistance. "I actually have problem," she stopped now attempting to push herself up onto her feet. "You say equip items?" She asked trying to to sound less callous then she already was.