100 HP MAX HP 100 EN MAX EN Ilya had been enjoying the festival herself, having already purchased a mask for the event. She had chosen quite a unique one. It had been the most popular booth of the prestigious event. It was that of a cat. It was the traditional mask that all Japanese festivals had. Despite being centered around American, she had found Japanese things to be quite adorable themselves. Along with having her mask, she had made sure to dress in her own festival clothes. Rather than the normal dress she wore, this one showed much more skin, and seemed to be in the spirit of the festival. It had been while Ilya had been visiting one of the various stands when the drunken man she despised had approached her. He had requested of her to join him for a walk through the maize. Ilya had not been sure whether or not it would be appropriate of her to join him. Without a doubt Ilya disliked the man whom had asked this of her. However, with a heart of curiosity she knew she would be able to hold his drunkenness against him at any given moment in the future. She agreed and without a second thought, she made her way to the maize. Only asking the air in front of her, "Which way would you like to go?" @Zelrius Navigating the Maze / Roll 65 + 0 = 65 Maze Progress: 65 / 500
100 HP MAX HP 100 EN MAX EN Zelrius eventually slugged off from the tent and away from the drinks. Though no clear thoughts were in his mind, he knew that enough was enough, atleast for now. The tent was muggy and it became increasingly harder to breathe, so, purely by instinct, Zelrius' body compelled him outside, even though making it to the exit of the Tent was harder of a task than one might initially think. First he would bump into anything attached to the ground, which technically speaking, was everything. So he bumped into literally everything on his way out. People, Tables, Ale Barrels, Chairs, on and on it went until eventually, one of the works of the tent personally threw him out. Good enough, or so he would have guessed if he was right of mind enough to think so. Within moments he found himself wandering, and then upon a rather weirdly dressed woman. His memories were vague on her, but the subconscious of his brain urged him to bug her, as she was someone he knew. "Eeeeeuh. Curn?" Was his way of asking if she wanted to go to the Corn Maize, though even Zelrius didn't quite understand what he meant. And without another thought to her answer or wants, the golden haired man stumbled off toward the maze. He ignored her question, simply slumping against the right wall with his back to it, and then sliding his back against it, now walking sideways along the path, not for care or want in the world. Navigating the Maze / Roll / Event Roll 13 + 20 + Shortcut(50) = 83 Maze Progress: 148 / 500
100 HP MAX HP 100 EN MAX EN The stumbling of Zelrius seemed to be the cause of a lot too many of drinks. Perhaps he had been at that other festival game.... What was it called.. Ale King? Ilya groaned internally as the man turned to the right and walked against the maze as if he had no care in the world. His own behavior caused Ilya to roll her eyes beneath the mask. She had been of high spirit, and she was determined that Zelrius would not ruin her mind. I doubt he even know who I am.. Not only is he drunk, but I have a mask.. And I am dressed differently.. Ilya moved to walk in front of Zelrius as she took the lead, first turning left then turning right and going straight. She seemed to be enjoying herself enough, the corn making her smile as she went along. She all but ignored Zelrius, hoping he would not try to talk to her while he was in his... Drunk state. I have never been drunk, ever... Might help that I can drink a ton without being drunk.. Ilya's thoughts of Zelrius' drunkenness had caused her to think back on the night of drinking for the first time. It had been a night of celebratory. Her parents had made a business partner and so they had Ilya try wine for the first time. It had made her happy that they had made the contract and Ilya was more than willing to help celebrate with her parents. As the sound of the drunk man behind her made its way into her thoughts, she drew herself back into the present, Now my parents are dead.... Navigating the Maze / Roll 31 + 0 = 31 Maze Progress: 179 / 500
100 HP MAX HP 100 EN MAX EN His brain tried to say a name earlier, only based on vague familiarity and even vaguer memories and that kind of stuff. But to be honest, the golden haired man had no idea who it was he was with now, or why they agreed to follow him. She was a weird one for sure, not saying anything or not asking him to drink, as basically all people he had met tonight had tried. With the exception that his mind kept calling back to when Claire had stopped by, one of the only clear scenes in his recent memory. She had given him water, and now, instead of thinking of his old friend, the man could want nothing more than water, smacking his dried lips together and continually attempting to say it. "WAAHH-TORRRR." Over and over and over. He just kept folding corn over on its stems as he tried to lean up against the 'wall' of the maze, and move along. And each time he tried to lean, the corn would bend away from him or snap, causing him to fall, stop, roll over, and then continue walking, understanding only that the path was there for a reason. So far things had been going smoothly, and a sober Zelrius would have attributed it to his time spent flipping coins randomly in Inns to train his Luck Mastery. However, drunk Zelrius had no goal in mind, just walking around in the dirt path, making it a game to see how loudly he could scream water out and then stay within the dirt. So far, his record of not quite falling into the corned areas was a whole three hours (in reality, ten seconds). So far so good, as far as he was concerned. Navigating the Maze / Roll 5 + 20 = 25 Maze Progress: 204 / 500
100 HP MAX HP 100 EN MAX EN Ilya had kept walking, until she heard the loud voice of the drunkard who was stumbling behind her. Letting out a groan, she opened her inventory. At least I always keep water in my inventory.. I am smart.. Unlike this.. Drunk of a man. Ilya let out a grin, He probably has no idea who he is... Might as well joke around with him. She tossed him the water and watched as he started to drink from it, before it fell from his hand, falling all over his face. Ilya stiffled back the laugh that threatened to spill out of her lips. She ended up being unable to help herself, falling over from laughter. The cause, being Zelrius himself. "If you could see yourself...!!" The laughter that echoed through the "maize runner" caused Ilya to not make much progress in the maze itself. Instead she was comically lightening her own mood through her contagious laugh. Her hand instinctively flew to her stomach as it began to hurt from laughing so hard. Her ears twitching with amusement, as her tail contentedly flicked. "Look who can't drink properly" Her last comment she spoke with such a quiet voice that Zelrius would not have been able to hear her, yet it caused her to laugh even more. Navigating the Maze / Roll / Event Roll 11 + 0 = 11 Maze Progress: 215 / 500
100 HP MAX HP 100 EN MAX EN He waddled and each step was increasingly more difficult, as he feet began to feel more and more like led, despite no actual change occurring to them. A Sober Zel would have made a comment to himself about how this is how his feet felt every day, atleast, metaphorically. Another shout for water, and its like the gods had answered him. A glass of water, almost like the one Claire had produced came from seemingly thing air. Zelrius caught it, or atleast, in his mind, he did. He held the cup, or his hand, in the shape of the cup, despite it splashing all about him and cup falling to the ground. His first thought was Pick it up. And so he tried, reaching down into what should have been a simple bend, the man fell full forward, his legs giving up on trying to support all his dumb weight. A weight that was now being heightened, atleast for the moment, by the alcohol content filling his veins and stomach. He heard laughing, though couldn't discern it, his mind instantly jumping to the age old trope of laughing ghost children. He looked up, a fire and anger in his eyes as he stood hasitly and began to 'rush' off down the path. And though he stumbled and couldn't walk in a straight line, the man made wide turns, tripped in corn, before quickly getting back up and rushing about down the path some more, making excellent progress along the way. Navigating the Maze / Roll 78 + 20 = 98 Maze Progress: 313 / 500
100 HP MAX HP 100 EN MAX EN Ilya could not help but continue her laughing as Zelrius stumbled along the path. I am so mean.. Ilya's laughter abruptly stopped as he started to race off into the maze. She started to job after him as he repeatedly fell onto his face. She easily caught up and started to walk beside him, "Zelrius.. Let us stick together and do this with sharp minds.. Despite one of us being drunk as fuck." Ilya groaned internally as the maze seemed to go on and on, "Yeah.. We might have made progress. But this is getting tiring. I do not like mazes.." Ilya rolled her neck, letting the air bubbles that had built up let out a sickening "popping" sound. Ilya then focused on her knuckles as she popped those too. She was obviously bored with the whole game they were taking part in. Her eyes closed slightly, as she continued on her way. Her ears and tail swishing, creating a small breeze around her. If only we could get to the end of this thing.. Ilya was unsure what Zelrius' own thoughts were as he was quite drunk, but Ilya knew that if he were in his normal state he would have been able to place a name on her, despite her change in attire. Now that I think about it.. It is actually kind of chilly out tonight. Her bare skin grew rough with goosebumps as the cool stiff air grew colder as they neared the end of the maze. Maybe this outfit was not a good idea... She had always been up for festivals, even as a little girl in the real world. She would always dress up, and being dressed up as a dancer was one of her favorite costumes in the whole festival. It allowed her to dance. I could always dance my way around.. After all, it will warm me up.. And I can practice mobility... Ilya then started to leap around the small space provided, starting to do smaller flips and round offs all over the place. Some rolls and cartwheels later, she had made progress in the maze and relieved her boredom at the same time. Navigating the Maze / Roll 34 + 0 = 34 Maze Progress: 347 / 500
90 HP MAX HP 90 EN MAX EN He heard what she was saying, but the specific words. The woman just spoke, and Zelrius just knew it as sounds; sounds that he wanted to stop. Eventually, he compulsively tried to stop it on his own, the urge to make the ear splitting thumps that pretty much any noise made him experience was too great. He held a hand straight up, and walked toward her, eventually placing his hand over her mouth and then placing a finger against his lips in a 'shush' fashion. With that he spun back around and continued to hurry off, not entirely sure what she would do with that, but knowing that the noise was done, now replaced by a more annoying patter of feet as she moved around. "STAAAHHHH" was all he said, trying to say stop, but it coming out in a voice crack, made it seem more like he was trying to imitate a dying bird of some kind. His drunken mind conjured up images of a giant bird, with a nest in which it held people, both alive and dead. He terrified himself as the bird was holding a dark haired man, who promptly disappeared in its grips. The stuff of nightmares there, and definitely enough to make it so he wanted nothing more to drink for the rest of the Festival. And it would seem his nightmare moments weren't quite over as a small reddish elf popped out from among to corn, cackling and laughing the whole way. It straight spooked Zelrius, making him stumble back and into the dirt, where he laid for just a moment unmoving. The small devilish looking creature cackling more and now pelting him with fire from the lantern it held. Navigating the Maze / Roll / Event Roll 26 + 20 = 46 Maze Progress: 393 / 500
100 HP MAX HP 100 EN MAX EN Ilya was taken aback as Zelrius put a hand to cover her mouth. Ilya would for sure hold everything against the undrunk Zelrius later on when they met again.. However for now, she just had to somehow manage to deal with the fact of being in his annoying oresence. I do not like drunk Zel.. He seems.. Ugh Ilya kept up her small dance movements as she kept her mind runningly active. Why did I say yes to him.. I could have played it off as cool, had I not said yes.. I could have just ignored him, I for sure would not have had to deal with him like this... Ilya groaned again, a habit she had picked up quite recently. In fact, the habit she had practiced within the past hour on numerous occasions, was something she had picked up that very night, after having entered the maze with Zelrius. She could not help but roll her eyes as Zelrius let out a shriek. At first she seemingly ignored the boy, as he had been shouting prior. It was not until the laughter of a dark imp sounded that she took his shriek seriously. Too drunk to fight? Or was his first impression too scared to do so? Ilya shrugged her shoulders as she ran towards the imp, her fists ready. She activated one of her skills, allowing her to punch extra hard, for a short duration.This amplified with the skill of punching one after another, lead to quite a bit of damage. I need to practice more... Fighting Monster / Roll 56 + 15 = 71 Monster Imp: 79 / 150
90 HP MAX HP 90 EN MAX EN He just chilled in the dirt for a moment, not really making any sudden movements or real movements. Both Drunk Zel, and his mind, wanted this to be long over, and what better way than to sleep it off right here in the dirt? That was a simple solution, this laying down position was so comfortable, and things were great so far. However, his 'peaceful' rest was interrupted as another tiny fire ball from the Imp's Lantern escaped and tagged him. He sat straight up with a small shriek of pain and then looked angrily at the dancing imp. Or atleast, what he thought he could see as the Imp. The man couldn't see much at all, but there was two figures, and atleast one was definitely an imp. Or both were? Why not kill both? Good idea. He drew his Outlaws Cutlass, standing up and now swinging at one of the two figures, only by pure luck swinging just as Ilya moved out of the way of an Imp's attack, unbeknownst to her, dodging the attacking Zelrius from behind and allowing his blade to surge forth into the Devilish monster's body. Fighting Monster / Roll 65 + 30 = 95 Monster Name: -24/150
90 HP MAX HP 90 EN MAX EN Ilya had dodged the devilish imp's attack, and let out a gasp as Zelrius surged forward, So he can actually move... Another thought tagged on the edge of her mind, causing her to narrow her eyes. I bet he was also aiming for me.. Ilya let out a growl of annoyance, Drunk people are so much work.. Turning away from Zelrius and the "exploding" monster, she kept walking through the maze. Ilya started to walk through the maze, the chill of the stale night seeping into her bare skin, Why am I doing this again? Her mind drifted into the envious pit of unrelenting thoughts. Ilya was for sure certain that she would make it to the end, forgetting Zelrius entirely in the moment as she continued to make progress. Each weave and turn she made bringing her closer to the end. The whole time she had been trailing away from where the imp had appeared she had not come to a single dead end. She could only hope her partner had followed her, I swear if he made a wrong turn... From the distance, Ilya could hear the rowdy noises, and cheerful cheers from where their goal lay about. Grinning, she turned around remembering her partner. I doubt he would understand.. She softly spoke to the man whom had somehow kept up to her, Drunks have sensitive hearing.. I need to be quiet.. "Hey, if we just turn a few more times, we can reach the end. Wanna take a gander and take the lead?" Her voice was calming, and soft.. Almost in a whisper, quite the opposite of her voice earlier, yet still Ilya kept her hands at ready in case he tried to cover her mouth again, she would block the "attack" to prevent him from doing the same repetitive action, if he deemed her unable to talk to him. I hope I was quiet enough for his pounding head.. Navigating the Maze / Roll 91 + 0 = 91 Maze Progress: 484 / 500
90 HP MAX HP 90 EN MAX EN And the Imp stopped cackling and throwing fireballs, Zelrius now learning that a good way to stop annoying noises from being annoying noises, and start making them no noises, was to give them the ol Stabby Stabby. Good enough. He held onto the cutlass, trying several times to put it back in the sheath and failing miserably; instead sliding it along the sheath several times and then giving up, just dropping it and then dragging it along with his foot. The now self-inflicted Club-footed Zelrius made a loud SCHWING noise everytime he took a step, forced to drag the Cutlass along before even that got insufferably annoying. So, he stopped several times, attempted to put it in the sheath, before giving up again and dragging it. This happened a few times before he finally just took the sheath off of his right hip, put the sword in it, and then went back to dragging it with his foot, except now the sound of metal clanging against the ground wasn't present, only the calming rumble of the leather moving dirt with each pull of his foot forward. It seemed things randomly turned in his favor. The person he was travelling with, whether or not it was a spirit conjured by his mind, was quieter now, their voice a bit more pleasant to listen to. That and the low sound made by the sheath being dragged against the small pebbles and rocks made for an almost serene experience. The issue being, while Zelrius certainly heard her, she could've been talking in Chinese for all he understood. All he knew is that she stopped moving, and somehwere in his mind, the golden haired man knew that was bad. So he kept moving, randomly turning corners without wish or way, and then coming upon the small enclosure at the end of the maze. He looked for his guardian angel in this Maze, deeming that the person could be nothing but that, and then raised a hand for a high five, before quickly lowering it, acting as though she had returned the highfive, despite only having his hand up for a second. And with that he wandered back off, somewhere familiar. He followed the scent of Ale, going to the only place he knew rightly in his mind; The Ale King Tent. Navigating the Maze / Roll 54 + 20 = 74 Maze Progress: 558 / 500
