Flower Crowns [PRIVATE]

[Scheherazade]

"My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Open for 4 Slots CLOSED Notes: The edge of a lake near the outskirts of the Forest, too shallow for any competent monster to decide to lurk near. You can hear the sound of swords clashing in the far-off background while other players fight to prove their worth and get stronger... Scheherazade Lv1

Scheherazade quietly tapped her fingers against the edge of the grass. It was extraordinarily unlikely that a real lake would be like this, all grass and thick flowers up to the edge of the water's surface. It was so pretty...almost too pretty, really. She hummed quietly to the melody of one song she knew as she undid her braid, letting her hair drop to the back of her frame in waves. If she had stood up, her blonde locks would have fallen to her ankles. But she didn't, and instead, the girl wrapped her fingers around the slender stem of a peony-like flower and tugged it up, the flower snapping with a quiet sound. She collected an armful of them, an array of white-cream and pale pink, and then spread them out in front of her. She selected the flowers with a long stem as well as a willowy, flexible piece of wood, and bent it into a graceful, almost-perfect circle, smiling in quiet satisfaction when it didn't snap. The young woman then took a flower, and one by one, threaded them around the edges of the wood. She tied the ends off cleanly and kept them steady, and while one or two petals fluttered to the ground beneath her, she found she didn't mind. It was relaxing, doing this. She didn't have to think a lot or focus her attention anywhere, and it didn't take much analyzing or thought. It was, in a word, calming. The blonde finished up with her flower crown and set down her work on the ground, and then placed it delicately on her head. But she had made it a little too big, and it slid off her head for one side to slide in front of her left eye diagonally. She held it up with one hand and blinked solemnly before letting it drop over her eye again. She then picked a huge group of daises, listening to the little snap of the stems breaking free before making the first link inside of a daisy chain. She wanted to make a huge, winding bracelet from her shoulder to her wrist, and so she set to work with determination. She was threading another daisy into her chain, eyes burning with an almost childish determination, while she listened to the sound of swords slicing in the background. She was in the shallower parts of the Forest, where more players frequented if they weren't as brave, and anyways, she was too close to the outskirts for there to be any real danger. She hoped. Scheherazade finally looked up when she saw a flickering frame out of the corner of her eye, and looked up. She wondered how she would have looked from the other person's point of view, a slightly large flower crown made out of huge, pretty blossoms of pale pink and white peonies draped over her head with ridiculously long hair pooling slightly around her, lilac eyes blinking at the other as her axe lay shining right next to her in the bed of wildflowers. Scheherazade merely hummed quietly at the sight of another person and returned to her work, picking another daisy to thread it through the other flowers.

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[Nelchael]

Nelchael sighed as his enemy let out a pitiful squeal and died, disappearing into thin air a moment later.

He raised his hand to his face in an instinctive attempt to wipe sweat off his forehead, only to realize that this body - this borrowed body, a homunculus made of pixels and polygons instead of blood and flesh - didn't seem to be capable of perspiration. Figures.

He had decided to stick around this area for a while, grind until he levels up and then move on. That was the plan, anyway. But now, after seeing how few xp he got from killing that little pest - who had still managed to bleed him of some health, he noted with annoyance - he was seriously considering moving on to one of the more… 'lively' areas around.

Deciding to take a break and investigate the nearby sound of clashing steel instead, Nelchael only took a few steps in the direction of the sound before stopping dead in his tracks. Was that… a person?

He took one more cautious step forward. It certainly looked human. It had long, blonde hair, and its face looked rather feminine. Nelchael decided to call it 'she.'

She was certainly a player, he knew. However, why would a player be sitting in the grass in the middle of a dark forest filled with monsters, and… wait… was she… playing with flowers?

Nelchael frowned. Maybe… he had heard about the way some people react to intense mental stress. Their minds shut down, reverting to a child-like state. Was that the case with this player? Was it - she - too overwhelmed by the trauma of being trapped in a death game to stay sane?

The blonde player looked up, causing Nelchael to flinch.

He opened his mouth, about to say something - though he didn't know what - when suddenly, she turned away, happily hummed to herself and picked another flower.

'Yep. Mad as a hatter, this one.' He concluded, suddenly starting to fear for his safety. She looked reasonably harmless, but… don't mad people bite, or something?

Careful to watch her for any sudden movements, he took one more step forward and cleared his throat.

"So, uh… are you… feeling okay?" He asked, a friendly smile firmly plastered onto his face.

[Scheherazade]

"My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Nelchael ✐ 000 ✉ Lol! Don't mad people bite or something? XD Fear Scheherazade! She has the flowers...of DOOM! Scheherazade Lv1

Scheherazade let her daisy chain drop onto the ground, and her fingers slowly untangled the stray stems from her golden hair. The blonde sat up, stray flower petals falling off of her completely white dress, her lilac eyes curious as she tilted her head at the newcomer. Her axe's huge gleamed in the light as she smoothed the stray grass and flower petals off her weapon as well, and her slender fingers then pulled away from it, but one hand lingered on the weapon's handle, which she was ready to use in case of emergency, and her other hand was relaxed on her lap as she tilted her head at the odd player. "Of course. Should I not be?" She then pulled one side of her flower crown up as to reveal her other bright lilac eye and noticed his smile. Honestly? It looked rather strange on him, but she didn't verbalize that. Instead, she merely nodded at him and returned to her work. There were some pretty lilies around here, and while she was grateful for them, she didn't think that Kayaba knew much about flowers and just put a random design along the grasses. But she gathered up a handful anyways and began making another flower crown. She was going to do this for a close acquaintance of hers, and she was careful when doing so, not wanting to mess up. What was wrong with this player, anyways? She kept her expression as one of gentle contentment, but suspicion bubbled up in her mind as easily as hot water coming to a boil. It was strange. He approached her and asked her whether she was alright or not, but why shouldn't she be? Her attention was drawn away when she noticed a huge shadow or two fall over her, or rather, the tip of a shadow. She stood instantly, and the blonde's flower crown dropped to the ground, sinking into the soft grass as she grabbed her battle axe with one hand and waved her HUD open with her other hand. Her shield materialized, as did her armor, and the blonde kept her face emotionless as she silently cursed her decision to not tie up her hair earlier and instead let it down. It would probably get in the way while fighting, but that was no matter. She sent a glance towards the other man, but it didn't seem like he was interested or something in her head, so she instead faced the monster ahead of her head-on, her axe gleaming in the light as she locked her weapon into an offensive position, the familiarity of her position rushing through her as she faced down the sole Little Nepenthe before her. The monster's first line of attack was to lash at her with a torrent of vines, and she managed to cut the first one, her axe flashing in the sunlight as she cut through one vine with pure brute strength, and then flipped over another using Acrobatics, lodging her axe inside of the flower's center before she defended herself from wildly attacking wines with her shield. The slick liquid produced by the vines hit against her shield and left liquid dripping down the sides, but that didn't heed her, instead spurring her to continue her furious attack. Scheherazade sliced through vine after vine, and finally got to the flower again, and she coolly raised her blade before slicing the sensitive appendage right off, watching it fall to the ground as she watched from the top of the monster. The creature's...limb, she supposed, fell to the ground and the monster's HP dropped to zero, and the very place she was standing on dissipated into pixels. It was only thanks to her Acrobatics that she landed safely on the ground, and the young woman hummed quietly before rolling over, finding herself in the same flowerbed again. She waved open her HUD and set her weapons beside her, both her axe and her shield, and then ran a hand over her hair, wondering if the slick saliva-sap sort of liquid produced by a Little Nepenthe had gotten on her hair. It hadn't, and so she put away her armor with a quiet satisfaction, placing her flower crown onto her head again and noticing with a little pride in her own skill that it hadn't gotten harmed. Her eyes sharpened as she worked on her daisy chain again in frustration, but out of the corner of her eye, she was watching the newcomer sharply, wondering what on earth he was thinking.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv6

The dense greenery of the heavy forest of the first floor was much thicker than the second floor's, that the small blue haired girl had gotten use to. She would not have been back here if it were not for the two players that she was testing for the guild today. Jake and tall slim boy with dark hair and plain features. He wielded and dagger that waved back and forth as they pressed on into the dense wood. The other was a small girl even smaller the herself which was surprising given the tank's low center of gravity. She had dark green hair and pale skin, and she wielded a great sword. Rue could not understand Erie's choice of weapon, but this test will show the trainee's metal. Rue walked at a brisk pace, causing her armor to echo through the forest. The other to seemed to be falling behind. It might have been do to Rue's adamant request that they march to the forest rather than simply teleport there. The trip had been fairly uneventful, for Rue at least. Rue let her companions do most of the heavy lifting when it came to the fighting, only interfering when they were in danger or caught off guard. Jake and Erie dragged their feet as Rue continued her march as fresh as a daisy. " how much longer are we going to keep this up for? You have been dragging us around the floor all day"? Erie would whine as Rue began to leave them behind in her brisk pace. " Maybe if you took a weapon more suited to your physique you would not be so tired". Rue words were harsh as she continued her march not stopping to give them a break. The shuffling of brushes alerted the group, Erie and Jake draw their weapon along with Rue. Rue would keep near the player, but would stay mostly out of the fight unless it was necessary. Three Little Nepenthes would jump out of the thick forest. Erie would charge in and jump above the group, bring her great sword down at the one in the middle of the group. Her sword glowed purple as a shockwave of force came down on the group. Flatting one of the Little Nepenthes to the ground, her attack had power but she left herself open to both of her flanks. The one plant creature on the ground clamped onto her sword, while the other pierced through the small girl's torso with their sharp leafy tendrils. Jake would charge in and use his dark green thrust to poison one of the standing Little Nepenthes, in attempts to save the fallen giant sword swinging girl. Sinking his blade into the one the right side, The dark haired boy would dodge the attack from the Little Nepenthes on the left. The grounded Nepenthe would pick itself back up. Moving in on the boy, they would all attack at once giving him no chance at dodging their attack. Rue had been keeping fairly close to the battle. Erie was to reckless and got herself critically injured. She was still alive and that's all that matters, but the boy would not be able to survive a full attack from all three of the Little Nepenthes. Moving quickly Rue slide in front of Jake and held her shield out blocking the green tendrils. As the rickashayed back Rue moved into her right cutting through the first Little Nepenthe while moving behind the one in the middle. Smashing her shield into the one in the left side the Nepenthe fell onto it's side Rue finished the one left standing with a stab to it's back. In at last stitch effort the remaining Nepenthes would roll on it's back and shot it's tendrils out will a desperate shrill coming from it's gaping maw. Deflecting the tendrils with ease and cutting through the sides of the Little Nepenthe's mouth, Rue made a pez dispenser out of the odd creature. Sheathing her blade as the monsters dissipated into code, Rue moved over to Erie. Kneeling down, Rue could see that the girl had giving herself a potion. " I want to go back to town". The small girl looked to be on the verge of tears as she had almost met her end. Rue nodded and helped her back up. Looking over to Jake he seemed a bit shaken, but still ready to move on. " Were going to the teleporter to bring Erie back. There is a safe zone around here that we will rest up at before making our way back". Rue's words were as stern as her sharp piercing amber eyes. Rue took the lead and quickly dispatched any threats that the group came upon while making there way to the open flower bed. Cutting through the heavy foliage, a serene sunlight flower bed would greet the weary warriors. Jake and Erie would flop onto the soft multicolored ground. Looking around the bed, it seemed empty. The sounds of fighting echoed around the pigmented area, but the bed itself seemed to be clear as if it were hallowed ground to the beast. Rue wondered if she could see the bed from a bird's eye view. Would it be a mess of colours or a collage of dotted plants lined together in some form of sacred symbol. Looking at the resting player she would tell them that they had ten minutes before they would be leave for the town. The two players sighed at their cruel leaders torture, but were reviled that she would be escorting them back to town.

[Taront]

Taront had never really been one for walks by himself. The quietness was nice, but at the same time it felt lonely. The afternoon sun and hazy sky really set a relaxing atmosphere, which was ironic since this was a death game. Other players were slightly in the distance, slaying boars and gaining exp, while he on the other hand walked aimlessly and without reason. He had no clue why he was walking this way, but for some reason he was. The <<Town of Beginnings>> had just grown drab and stale here lately and he felt like stretching his legs he guessed.

He was coming over a hill when he spotted a woman flip over a creature, blonde hair in a frenzy around her, and strike it down. Without a second thought, she rolled over and continued, what exactly was she doing? Curious, he moved a bit closer, noticing the blonde carefully eyeing another player that was near her. Taront rested his hand on his rapier Gabriel. He didn't blame her for being suspicious, especially with the rumors of player killers going around in the area. More out of his sense of protection than curiosity, he decided to move closer and make an introduction. The closer he got, the more and more nervous he became. What was he even going to say to her? "Hi, I think its a good idea to keep a close eye on strangers?" Because he totally wasn't a complete stranger... Shaking his head he dismissed the thought.

The sound of her humming gently flowed on the wind, a cheerful, almost childlike hum. It reminded him of children coloring or concentrating really hard on something. Her fingers danced around flowers, weaving and flowing, trying to find the perfect fit for each other. Her crown of flowers upon her head was drooped over half of her face and he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit to himself before approaching her. She didn't seem like she would bite him.

"You know, they say that flowers tell each other secrets and the only way they do that is by humming on the wind. What secrets do the flowers tell you I wonder?" he said calmly, settling down a bit away from her. The feel of the grass on his hands was prickly, but he didn't mind. Absent minded, he plucked a flower from the bed and rolled it around in his fingers. It was bright blue with hints of yellow at the edges. Glancing over, he waited for her to say something.

	I won’t abandon you, even if it kills me.
	Taront Lvl 1 |

[Nelchael]

Nelchael froze when he saw the blonde player reach for her weapon, a rather menacing-looking axe. Was this it? Was this how he was going to die? Sliced and diced into pieces by a girl wearing a flower crown? Something about that image felt deeply insulting.

When he saw that she was not, in fact, about to murder him, lumberjack-style (…yet), he let himself relax slightly, letting go of the hilt of his sword he had instinctively grabbed earlier.

Still. Even though her fury wasn't directed at him, he felt slightly intimidated by the axe-wielding girl. He wasn't sure exactly why, but something about her behavior was giving him the creeps.

Watching her dismember the small plant creature with precision strikes while mere seconds ago, she was sitting on the grass, playing with flowers and all in all exuding a kind of childish playfulness… it made him feel like he was watching innocence die.

'HERE'S JOHNNY!' he imagined her yell while laughing maniacally and charging him with her axe raised above her head, about to strike. He shivered. Creepy.

'This place is getting to me… soon I'll be as mad as this - wait, who…?' His train of thought was interrupted by the sudden arrival of a strange boy.

The new player slowly approached the girl, who had meanwhile finished killing the plant monster and immediately focused her attention back on her flowers.

"You know, they say that flowers tell each other secrets and the only way they do that is by humming on the wind. What secrets do the flowers tell you I wonder?" The boy told her, sitting down and picking a flower of his own.

Nelchael blinked. Was this boy as mad as the girl? Maybe more, seeing as she hadn't mentioned any talking flowers yet. Were the flowers talking to him right now, He wondered. Were they whispering their floral secrets right into his ear? And more importantly… if the voices in his head told him to attack, would he listen?

Nelchael took a step back, careful not to show his back to the obviously deranged duo. But wait… he paused. Meeting one insane player wouldn't be that strange, all things considered. However, two of them, at the same time, both affected by the same, flower-related delusions? That would have to be rather unlikely… right?

'Dear God…' his eyes widened with realization. 'Is there something in the water?'

[Takita]

Takita yelled as she bit her tongue, struggling to hold onto her weapon in fear of her health bar leaving the yellow zone approaching. An angry vein popping up on her forehead, she thrust down on her Rapier in white, hot rage, pushing the blade further into the mob in front of her. Instantly, the monster slumped to the ground as its remaining hit points fell to zero. The sound of glas splittering echoed as the mob broke into thousands of pixels, shining in the sunlight. 


Takita, who had been arogant and alerted more enemies than ideal, took a deep breath as the danger was gone. ( For now at least. ) She took a look at her health bar before opening a potion, chugging it and letting the item in her hand shatter.

As her health bar went back to it former state she dropped to the ground like a stone with a clunk, sending blades of grass and drops of moisture flying. She stayed lying in the soft grass a few seconds, panting in exhaustion after the intense battle. 

The temptations of keeping her eyes closed lurked as her pale skin absorbed the suns heat. But she unwillingly sat up, her hazel coloured eyes glancing the area around her. With a raised eyebrow, Takita stood up and approached the group that caught her interest, especially the woman with the looks of something out a children's book. 

To Takita's surprise, the woman was enjoying herself, calmly letting her skilled fingers work with the flowers in front of her.

As Takita was ready to move on, she heard a young man mumble something about the water in front of him. She placed her hand on the hilt of her Rapier as she stood next to the man.
'' Something in the water? .. '' She repeated his sentence but in the form of a question. 

[Scheherazade]

"My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Nelchael ✐ 000 ✉ NEW POST ORDER: SCHEHERAZADE, RUE, NELCHAEL, TARONT, AND THEN TAKITA. Please follow the posting order! ^-^ Scheherazade Lv1

Scheherazade finished off her daisy chain and wrapped it around her left shoulder like a brace, the flowers twisting up her arm in a swirl from her wrist to her shoulder joint. She reached for the lilies, which were harder to weave. Her hands stilled in their careful work when another approached her and asked her what the flowers spoke to her. "The language of flowers. Peonies are the flowers of riches and honor. With their lush, full, rounded bloom, peonies embody romance and prosperity." Her fingers caressed the petals in her own pale pink flower crown as she pursed her lips in contemplation, her blonde hair falling down her back while the rustle of leaves pressed at her thoughts. "But that's not the language of flowers you're talking about, is it?" She tilted her head slightly, the crown of flowers slipping over her eye, dark chocolate wood twining into her pale gold hair as white and pink petals fluttered onto her dress. She looked down at her new flower crown, a half-finished piece of lilies and flowering daisies. She picked it up and began to work again in earnest. "No, you speak of the druids, the dryads and nymphs that populate the world. The little secrets of the earth that they murmur, the gentle truth that life echoes into our ears." Her voice was soft, and they matched the sunny, drowsy environment as the flowers swayed in the wind, a sea of bending blossoms. She blinked slowly at the man, her voice soft enough that he might have to strain himself slightly to hear, quiet and unassuming, demure as ever. "Perhaps they speak, but I cannot listen. I am no fair maiden of the wood. But whatever truths they tell, I let them soothe my soul, and I, in return, promise them that I will connect them and make them more beautiful in the eyes of others. Is that not a fair trade?" She then quieted completely, tying together a three-daisy line into a round circle and started another one. Her eyes flashed when she noticed another gaze on her. What was with these people? Her eye twitched subtly. Were they just here to observe her? What did they think she was, some common zoo animal? Her fingers itched to curl around her axe out of pure annoyance, but she merely brushed it off, the sound of the waves lapping at the shore reassuring her. The sound of leaves rustling; the quiet buzz of bees; the almost nonexistent perfume of flowers; the feel of silky smooth stems sliding against her skin: all was peaceful. She kept her axe nearby as a warning, the metal gleaming under the light. It was a girl, who was cute, she supposed, but seriously? She was still being watched creepily. Her fingers flew over the plants expertly as she turned her head to notice other players in the flowerbed. Well, their markers, actually. Scheherazade didn't see much of the people themselves. The blonde merely finished up another flower chain and turned to her work. Her words earlier should have satisfied the other player, and they had been only loud enough for him to hear, so there was no problem in what she had said, and Scheherazade was satisfied.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv6

"Alright times up let's get moving again". Rue spoke in a commanding voice as she told the two other players that it was to get moving again. The two of them groaned and complained as they slowly raised themselves off of the ground. Looking away duo, Rue heard what seems to be fighting. Telling the two to stay put, was a order they easily accepted as the crashed back down to the ground. As Rue kick the flower petals into the air as she marched towards the sounds of fighting. The hollow ring of wood being smashed and splintered would echo to her finely tuned ears. Then followed by the sounds of chopping, a solid wet sound echoed back a few times before silence fell back onto the flowerbed. Walking over the hill and looking over the other side, Rue could see a group of players crowding around a girl. She had beautiful platinum blond hair that was long and braided, she looked to be talking to another boy with dirty blond hair while she played with thee flowers. Another lean lanky boy with a great sword stood of to the side looking rather confused or concerned about the to blonds talking to each other. Next to the boy another blond girl with her hand on the hilt of her rapier would focusing on the messy black haired man, with a look of confusion. Rue wondered about what the players were doing all standing or sitting around this flower girl. Looking more closely at the girl, she was wearing a big bow at the end of her which reminded her of a girl knew that made her emotions run wild.. Come to think of it this flower girl matched Scheherazade perfectly. Rue's body felt a surge of a tingling shock run through her body, it was her. No wonder why so many players were gathered around the enchantress. Remembering back to there first meeting, Rue felt feels like she had never felt before around someone. Shaking her head, Rue would calm herself. Scheherazade did not seemed to be in any danger, and if anything were to happen she was more than capable to handle herself. Rue could not waste time catching up with friends while she was, testing possible recruits for her guild. Rue had to check on the other to in her party, she did not have time to follow what her heart and body demanded her to do. Gripping her hand tightly and clenching her teeth, she hoped that Scheherazade did not see her. As this would be the second time she has run out of the knightly girl. Rue knew that she could not act normal around the girl, and she could not talk about her feelings to her. Turning around Rue would walk back up the hill to escort the players she was responsible for back to town.

[Nelchael]

Nelchael slowly blinked, idly deactivating his Detection skill - why was the girl speaking so quietly, he wondered - and carefully collected his thoughts.

His earlier assumption was incorrect, he could see that now. These people were not mad, no; it was much worse than that.

They were hippies.

He was fairly sure that was much more terrifying, though for entirely different reasons. However, it also meant he could probably talk to them without having to fear for his life. Hopefully. What could go wrong?

After all, making peace with as many of the more dangerous individuals of SAO was one of his current objectives, and he couldn't think of anything more dangerous than a group of armed, possibly psychotic hippies.


Forcefully banishing all remains of his earlier fear, Nelchael approached the flower-loving pair of players. He still made sure not to make any sudden moves, though. Just in case.

"Hey there! Sorry for just standing there like a creep earlier. I have to say, I've never seen anyone look so peaceful while literally surrounded by deadly monsters. My name's Nelchael. Who might you be?" He asked curiously, managing to pull off a much more sincere-looking friendly smile than earlier.

[Taront]

Taront listened to the girl, his gaze sweeping over the flower field and far beyond. He agreed with her, each flower represented something different, just like each person in their own way was different. They all made up parts of a whole, adding onto a picture bigger than they could ever even imagine. He smiled as she talked about the flowers and their petals. It was rather refreshing that someone wasn't so focused on not dying or clearing the game but instead just following their own thoughts. He did have to admit though, she was very good at weaving the flowers together. He highly doubted he could match that expertise even with a few years of practice.

"But that's not the language of flowers you're talking about, is it? No, you speak of the druids, the dryads and nymphs that populate the world. The little secrets of the earth that they murmur, the gentle truth that life echoes into our ears."

Glancing over at her, she was staring into the flowers as if she saw something greater than what he saw, but mentioned nothing of it. Druids, huh? He had heard legends and tales of mighty warriors who became one with nature in order to protect it and keep its secrets safe. Her voice floated over the flowers, easily flowing with the wind but so soft that he could barely hear it.

"Perhaps they speak, but I cannot listen. I am no fair maiden of the wood. But whatever truths they tell, I let them soothe my soul, and I, in return, promise them that I will connect them and make them more beautiful in the eyes of others. Is that not a fair trade?"

She was talking about her crown and the different weaves she was doing. They were in fact beautiful, and greatly complimented her appearance, but he had a feeling she wasn't doing it for the look. To make something more beautiful in the eyes of others, he supposed that you really would have to make it into your own creation. He secretly wondered if this girl was in face a genius or not but simple did not act upon it or rather chose not to. Legends of Druids and nymphs and such could be true, but he personally had no experience either. Taking in the words she spoke, he felt he had to be careful with his reply for some reason. There were other players in the area, but she seemed on edge, glancing to him and other people who began to gather around. This girl obviously attracted a lot of attention whether it is intentional or not.

Sighing and looking into the deep blue sky above, he spoke softly. "I do have to admit, you make really beautiful pieces with these flowers. I would say that it is more than fair. Perhaps we may not be able to hear their knowledge but the idea that it is still out there and floating around us is all the more exciting, is it not? I hope to see the day that everyone can be as peaceful as the nature that we're surrounded by. I think it would be good for the hearts of everyone." Casting a glance to the girl she seemed intently focused on her work. The fall of soft leather on the earth became closer and closer until the shadow of another player fell over them.

"Hey there! Sorry for just standing there like a creep earlier. I have to say, I've never seen anyone look so peaceful while literally surrounded by deadly monsters. My name's Nelchael. Who might you be?"

A boy with black hair and a two-handed sword strapped on his back stood there with a smile. Tiny alarm bells rang in Taront's mind. The smile didn't quite seem to fit him, but never the less it was the effort that counted. The shine of the weapon next to girl seemed to shine a bit brighter. Perhaps a warning that she was feeling invaded? Taking his que, Taront stood, brushed himself off and took the boy's hand, shaking it.

"I'm Taront, its a pleasure to meet you." He smiled brightly. "Alas, I haven't asked the name of our lady of flowers, but some mysteries are supposed to remain unsolved and some not." He laughed, patting Nelchael on the shoulder. He rather enjoyed meeting new people, but he couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that they were bothering this girl. He really enjoyed her craftsmen work which is why he wanted to talk with her, but she attracts far more attention than he gave her credit for. Maybe they should move away while they still could? Then again he didn't want anyone to feel left out, but perhaps she wanted to be a lone? He kept thinking and thinking, slowly become more oblivious to what was happening around him.

	I won’t abandon you, even if it kills me.
	Taront Lvl 1 |

[Takita]

'' Talking flowers huh? '' Takita mumbled as she layed down in the soft grass surrounding her. It's a small wonder, this world; she thought as the sun's wave of heat hugged her pale skin. Takita glanced at the odd group not far from her but decided not to pay them much attention as she didn't know what danger they could put her in. But for now, they all seemed harmless. But she knew very well how dangerous being naive could be.

With her eyes closed the world around her seemed not much different from the one she called home, was it this feeling that the blonde woman enjoyed so much? This feeling of home.. As nostalgia grasped the teen, the wind felt comfortable in the summer like heat.
How sad that a world like this would be so dangerous; she thought.

[Scheherazade]

"My faith is seared into my skin; burned into my worldly flesh with ink as a reminder that I can never give it up. It is a burden that is worth nothing and everything. It is my pain." ☒ Nelchael ✐ 000 ✉ *runs after Rue* Scheherazade Lv1

Scheherazade blinked at the sight of light aquamarine hair and then her eyes widened. Rue? She gathered up her supplies (or floral creations, as she believed they were called), as well as her axe, which she slung carelessly over her back, the wide, flat side of her weapon rubbing against her shoulder blades. She picked up her pace and then walked up the hill, each step of hers measured and even as she tried not to look too eager. Rue was one of her closest friends, after all. She accidentally bumped into a dark-haired boy, who was lean and tall with rather plain features, but she didn't mind. Scheherazade blinked and then gave out a soft apology, her head tilting as she assessed the boy. He wielded a dagger, a fair contrast to her axe. Stealthy and quick, versus her own brute force and strength. How odd. She bowed her head in apology, and then made to move on. But...was he with Rue? She inclined her head again to him and politely asked, "Excuse me, but do you know Rue?" A look of surprise flew over his features, and then he narrowed his eyes in slight suspicion mingled with curiosity. "Yeah, why? We came here with her." He made a move to stop her when she merely bowed her head again and thanked him for the information before continuing up the slope. So Rue was here. The thought made her anticipate their meeting. She was wondering what the other had been up to, after all. She slung all her creations over one arm, a floral wrap that dangled to her wrist in an explosion of petals, and then walked more quickly, not willing to run in a dress. She finally spotted the familiar aquamarine hair and then froze, not even sure of why she was doing so. She had felt so confident earlier, had she not? But she steeled her nerves and gently tapped Rue on the shoulder with a quiet clearing of her throat, taking two measured steps back. "Excuse me, Rue? I apologize for butting in. I just spotted you and wanted to give you this. If I may?" She stepped forward lightly and hesitantly gave her the flower crown made out of lilies and the daisy ring she had made earlier. Rue didn't have to accept it, but she merely stayed before clearing her throat lightly, her natural shyness around other people who she cared about the opinion of resurfacing before she turned around, cheeks pink as she gestured vaguely to the spot behind the hill. "Um, I was with a group, so I guess I'll return. If you have spare time or anything, since your companions seem to be tired, you could join us." She smiled briefly. "I would be honored to have you, Rue." And then she turned around, not trying to let Rue spy her pink face before taking a quietly measured breath, walking back to the place and determinedly not looking at anyone while she gently sat at the edges of the lake and trailed her fingers against the smooth surface. The world seemed reflected in the water, and she watched it break apart because of her touch. Her fingers drew out and closed around thin air.

ADE BY ★MEULK OF GS - EDITS BY ANGELO OF SAO-RPG

[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv6

Feeling a tap on he should she turned around to see who it was. Think it might of been one of the two player that she was test trying to get her attention. Her cold blank expression turned to one of shock as she was faced with Scheherazade. She took a few steps back, Rue stood their dumbfounded for a moment as she regained her composure. She could not afford to show weakness in front of the failed recruits or let herself get distracted while out of town. The knightly girl seemed to be back to her timid shy self, like who she was when they first met. Rue held her feelings back and gave a calm patients expression back to her focus of taboo feelings and wishes. Scheherazade had made her a flower crown of lilies and a daisy ring. Rue looked down and a small sorrowful smile formed off of the small tank. This reminded her of when she would go over to her grandparents. A student under her grandmother and Rue when she was around to help teach. On there free time they would go out to the countryside and make flower necklaces and jewelry just like this. Rue would look down at the flower jewelry and wonder if she would ever she he friend again. Trying her best not to look so glom to her friend Rue accepted the crown and ring. Leaning her head down and holding out her left unarmoured hand, Rue would let the girl place Scheherazade place the crown and ring she carefully crafted onto her head and finger. Looking up and smiling at her, Rue felt rather nostalgic. The newly crowed Rue looked to Scheherazade who asked if she could join her. Rue looked away and to the two resting that she had to escort back. " I would like to truly, but I have to make sure these to get back safely". The boy and girl would groan and look at there unforgiving leader. " Why can't we stay, it's not like we have anything else to do... Come on Rue lets stay a little longer, we can rest over near by while you two catch up". Looking at her rowdy subordinates like she was going to execute them for dissension, then back to Scheherazade with a sigh and a warmer smiles. " I guess it could not hurt, but only for a little while I need to repay her for this lovely gift". Walking with Scheherazade back to where her group had been. Rue spotted two types of flowers that would be prefect for a ring for her knightly friend. Entangling and braiding the stems together. Rue made Scheherazade a ring of a gladiolus and magnolia wrapped around each other. Moving in front of the platinum blond angel Rue showed the ring to her. " Here, as a start to my repayment for the lovely gifts you have giving me". Holding the ring out towards her Rue looked into her eyes. " May I place this ring on your finger that represents are... relationship and bond". Rue blushed and paused a little at her words, she hoped that she would not take it the wrong way, and see her true feelings for her.

[Nelchael]

Nelchael just barely suppressed a shudder when the male hippie - Taront, he made sure to remember the boy's name - patted him on the shoulder.

Even in real life, he had never liked it when people ignored his personal space. Now that these people could also literally intend to murder him, his dislike of physical contact grew much stronger.

Still, at this point, he was reasonably sure neither of the flower-obsessed players would pose a direct threat anytime soon. He certainly wasn't about to initiate a conflict simply because the rapier-wielding boy was a bit too friendly for his liking.

The blonde girl was more of an enigma to Nelchael. While Taront immediately struck him as a friendly, positive kind of person, her personality wasn't as easily discernible.

His train of thought broken by a sudden movement, Nelchael watched the girl stand up without a word and run over towards a nearby group of players that he himself hadn't noticed until then.

Mentally berating himself for not detecting the presence of the small group sooner, he activated his Detection skill once again, his eyes turning bright green for a single heartbeat before returning to their original color as his brain was assaulted by an almost overwhelming wave of enhanced sensory information.

Using the Detection skill, Nelchael had found, felt a lot like putting on prescription glasses for the first time. It made his vision clearer, sharper than he had thought possible. However, it did more than that. Not stopping at merely improving a player's vision, the skill seemed to sharpen all of the five main senses equally.

Nelchael grinned. Even though his Detection was still at level 1, and therefore as weak as it could possibly get, he soon fell in love with the skill after considering its many possible uses. Yes, he decided. This one was definitely a keeper.

Turning his attention back towards the mysterious girl, he saw her talk to one of the other players - probably the group leader, judging by their posture and superior equipment.

Nelchael suddenly wished he had paid more attention to developing his social skills as he struggled to decipher the two players' body language, his untrained Detection skill not quite good enough to let him listen in to their conversation from that distance.

However, even to his untrained eye, the girl seemed obviously… tense? Stressed? She obviously wasn't calm, though he couldn't tell if she was nervous, scared, happy, shocked…

'Damn humans and their complex emotions,' he thought to himself frustratedly, instantly remembering the reason why could never be bothered to improve his lacking social skills in the first place.

Most people just weren't worth the bloody effort.