Many strange things had happened throughout Aaron's life, and particularly since he first logged on to Terrasphere for the first time. He'd helped tame a pet wolf. He'd tied a pig up with a vine in order to save its life. He'd fought a man while three daggers stuck out of his chest because he hadn't been smart enough to get armor first. But this was perhaps the single weirdest thing Aaron had done, or encountered, yet. A while ago, an NPC woman had come up to him. She told him that "mutant ant eaters" were attacking her farm, and begged him to help. When he agreed, she said she would go look for others to help as well, and would tell them to meet him at this farm. Well, sure enough, when Aaron reached the farm, there were very clearly mutant ant waters at the farm. One of them had blue skin. One of them seemed to be sparkling with electricity. One seemed to be making metal bend around it. One of them was shooting fire out of its eyes. One had long claws coming out of its paws, and he was pretty sure a cigar was hanging out of its mouth. And finally, the weirdest one was rolling around on a wheelchair. "What... the... actual... fuck?" Aaron asked, staring at the scene in front of him. Yeah, he was, beyond all doubts, waiting for some form of back up on this one. There was no way in hell he was going to try handling this one on his own.
He'd like to think that despite only being a 'gamer' of sorts for barely a couple years now that he'd actually seen quite a number of things. Strange things, real strange things - like walking mushrooms, talking trees, sentient water that could morph...but mutant ant eaters? Well, that's a first. Props to Terrasphere for the uniqueness of its mobs...although when he actually saw the creatures with his own eyes a part of him wondered for the sanity of the man who made them. Or perhaps the man was sane, but he was sleep deprived and started to hallucinate? Either way, he was sure that the task required defeating these botched lifeforms - and where was the problem with that? Someone needed to put these creatures out of the misery of such a painful existence. However...he wasn't quite sure if he'd be able to take them on by himself - but it seemed as if he needn't to. There, standing a little away was another; a human. The other person the woman had spoken to earlier? He'd only know if he asked. He strode up to the man, a shy smile as he waved and greeted the other softly. "Ah...Hi, there. Are you here to help with this farm problem?" He asked, melodic in voice as he bowed. Honestly, he hoped so. He really did think an extra pair of hands would be needed to deal with this...
Aaron turned toward the man who had arrived to help and gave him a smile. "Absolutely. My name is Aaron, Aaron Merone. I'm a paladin in training, protector of truth, justice, and the right for people to live freely." Aaron looked back toward the anteaters that were over the farm. In honesty, there weren't that many of them. But the strangeness of them, and the fact that they definitely had various abilities, definitely made the task before them seem a little daunting, at least to Aaron. "I will say, I don't know that I've ever heart of anteaters messing with a farm to this degree. If this game does have coded events like this, then the creators of this game might need to see some psychiatrists," Aaron said, shaking his head. With that said, Aaron drew his sword and readied his shield. He approached the fence that separated the two from the farm slowly. "Well, I'm ready to go if you are. Weird things like this, it's better to just get it done and then never think about it again."
Mevi'a wanted to laugh at what the man said. It sounded genuine and, while he knew that it could simply be an act, the ideal itself was to him such a joke that it was hard not to smile. "That's a lovely goal to have." He said after Aaron, sounding both encouraging yet doubtful at the same time. "Though I wonder if you mean that for reality as well." Was this just the guy's in-game objective or his actual real life view towards things? Mevi'a grew curious as to this man's job; was he a lawyer - although, such people didn't generally see things that way... - or in some form of enforcement? But, back to the matter at hand. Mevi'a nodded at Aaron's statement, returning his gaze to the strange mammals. "Or stop working while drunk. Either one - but this could also just be a randomly generated quest?" He actually had no idea how most of this game worked. It was unusual for him not to do in-depth research of some form when joining a game, but he'd been busy and just read -alright, skimmed- through the basic need-to-know stuff. The rest...well he might as well just experience it. "But I agree. For things like this, just get it over and done with." And file the memory in some dark corner of the mind to recall upon later when it was somehow needed. "I'm ready." But not really. This would be...one of his first few fights in the game, and honestly he was still nervous when it came to battles. Drawing his daggers, he stepped up behind Aaron, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. "Well, I'll say this now: I'm not cut for front-lines and this'll be one of my first few fights. So bear with me, and I apologise if I managed to catastrophically mess up."
