Post by Relsialle on Feb 3, 2016 5:42:25 GMT
Setting: Tolbana square - a common café serving standard country fare. Late morning with mild temperatures…sky is clear with occasional cloud cover. Availability: Open (2 slots)...If there are no takers I will reply to myself every 24 hours but will leave the thread open until those slots are filled. Notes: Relsialle is mulling over taking a quest of dubious morals for a nearby noble...There are two paths: one that pays well and the other allows the players to play the part of heroes... Relsialle lounged in the café outside of Tolbana square, her booted feet kicked up on a nearby chair…The café was rustic to be sure given the location, but it had a certain charm that appealed to those that were into such things. The city had become crowded as of late, numerous players moving in and out since the dungeon had begun to be cleared, the system adding to the city’s population of NPCs merely to keep the town running both in its economy and diversions. Rumors were flying about that the boss room had been located by a large party, and the energy of the city was at a fever pitch given the stagnation that had set in since the announcement of the game. Throughout SAO, people either held themselves up in the City of Beginnings or grinded their lives away until they eventually fell, the thief at least counted herself as an exception to this rule obviously. The location of the boss room had finally given something for people to strike for other than arbitrary levels and statistics…The Irishwoman offered a sigh as she lifted the small brown cup to her lips, the smell of the sharp nettle tea opening wafting over her, the pleasant scent drifting from the coarsely made ceramic. The remains of her breakfast were in front of her, the crust of her toast still left over from earlier still present on the plate, the soft sheen of apricot preserves still coating the remnants, endangering to shed its stickiness on anyone that dared to pick it up. She was feeling lazy today, the dagger normally at her side laying sheathed on the solid table at her front, bright pink hair hanging over the back of the chair just enough to allow it to be caressed by the occasional breeze. The furniture of the outdoor restaurant was of a dark hard wood, chestnut most likely given the presence on Floor One…but it was sanded down to a surface that begged to be touched, the common wood given a new life by attentive owners and craftsmanship. Relsialle leaned back to look at the clouds rolling by, as her deep blue eyes reflected the radiance of the sunshine, her mind seemingly occupied. There was a quest nearby at the church, but the immoral nature of it concerned her slightly forcing her to question what its role meant and what hers would be if it were to be completed… The stone square was busy, the architecture reminiscent of the middle aged towns of Europe, idealized of course in typical modern fashion…the impeccable white stone dotted here and there with the occasional fountain or small garden. Strangely enough for a game now centered on death, it was not without surprises…the creator could have just as easily made this an absolute hell in every way…but still there were oases such as this cafe scattered about…why… The philosophical punk-rocker’s mind buzzed about the existential meaning of it all, seemingly avoiding the quest that had originally caused her mild apprehension… |
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