[PP-F5] Hot outside, cool inside. (Ethereal)

[Vashtor 0]

Vashtor had gotten the sudden urge to see what was waiting for him on the other floors, having managed to obtain a level on the first floor, he had gotten a little eager to explore further. At the moment he was exploring main city of the fifth floor, because why not? He had no real order to his exploration, if he did, it wouldn't have been very explorer sounding in his mind. That said, the first thing he noticed when he stepped foot into the desert floor as he chose to dub it, was the heat! At first it was almost painful, a real shift compared to the first floor where you got a cold breeze now and then. After a brief attempt to shield his face from the rays with the head of his axe he realizes the danger and opts to unequip the item. He was in town anyways, no fear of shanking.

 

As a child he always loved desert areas in games, just something about fighting off the elements and the odds, surviving in a field where almost everything was dead. He wasn't sure what it was entirely, but he just loved it as a setting. After wiping some sweat from his forehead he lets out a soft sigh and steps through the areas capital, wanting to find a place to relax until he adjusted a bit more to the climate. With the heat baring down on him he opted to take a seat at a table that seemed to belong to a outdoor restaurant. The circular tables themselves had large umbrellas anchored through the middle to give the patrons some shade as they ate. Today most of the seats were taken by NPC and player alike leaving very few if any free tables. Lord knows they would have to be selling something that was chilled, else they wouldn't be in business!

[Ethereal 0]

Ethereal had been hunting down some dragons that had been sighted deep in the barren wasteland that was this floor. Having the name of 'Fireheart' and reputation as the slayer of Blackwing - a notorious Floor 9 secret boss - had caused him to be summoned.

Suffice to say, he was bloody well tired from the fight. Having unequipped his armor and weapons before entering the settlement he was dressed in his commoner's clothes and dark grey cloak, his hood obscured his face and protected his head from the sun.

Wandering up to the nearest restaurant, Eth took up one of the remaining seats outside on a small table beside to a similar one occupied by gingery haired fellow. The cool shade of the parasol gave him much needed respite from the blistering heat. "Hi." he greeted the man simply. He then waved over an NPC waitress and spoke in a British accent "Could I have a cold cider please?" to which she nodded and scurried off to the inside again.

[Vashtor 0]

When the cloaked stranger took a seat at his table he managed a grin and a little wave to the man, happily giving the waitress his order before she ran off "And I'll have a strawberry sundae." He had a sweet tooth and no plans to hide it,  smiling as he slumped back in his seat. "So, nice to meet you too. My name is Vashtor." He chuckled softly as he waited for their orders to be prepared. He had come to the natural conclusion this player was a fair level tougher than him, simply since he was dressed for the weather. He himself had no such fortune, soaking in the glorious sunlight with a smirk as he said "Good thing there is no sunburn status. Even in the real world, tans just didn't work out for me." He was rather pale, after all. The long hair on his head was not his natural color, it was dyed to the color red after his face was changed to his real body's.

[Ethereal 0]

Ethereal nodded in response, smiling as he gently pulled down his hood. "Sundae? I haven't heard that word in a long time." the alchemist mused, before scratching his beard. It was true, in a world where people died needlessly every day, the luxuries were usually forgotten. "Don't get me started on the weather in this death game. On Floor 9 it rains fireballs! Now that'd give you a bit more than sunburn." he jested. "Name's Ethereal but everyone calls me Eth." he warmly introduced himself, before his ice blue eyes darted up to the clear sky "Where is that damn bird? I tell him to stay close and what does he do?" Eth shook his head, black hair swishing. "I would introduce Argent but it appears he has other plans." the Specialist chuckled himself.

[Vashtor 0]

Vashtor laughed to himself as he heard the description of floor 9 "Are you trolling me? Really? That's -awesome-! I mean, yeah, I'd catch fire and die, but that's so cool sounding." He entertains the thought and looked up into the sky when Eth did, hearing mention of a bird he smirks and says "Ohhh, a beast tamer, hm? Nice. Haven't really met one until now." He looks to the side now and then, as if expecting his snack to appear at any moment. "And yeah, I love sweet treats, and I can't think of anything better to sate me in the desert... Okay, I lied, watermelon sounds pretty awesome." He grinned as he clearly imagined as much and then said "Oh, you can call me 'Vash' if you'd like!"

 

Before long the waitress returned and set his sundae on his side of the table, being a lovely curved glass with a spoon in it, mostly vanilla ice cream with little strawberry patterns against the glass. She then put a mug of chilled cider on Eth's, and then got to work tending to the other customers for now. Vashtor didn't hesitate, eagerly pulling his glass closer and scooped up a mouthful of the ice cream before it melted!