Ever since her first day in terrasphere, Indra has holed herself within Stokbon to acquire basic information that she deemed required to survive in this world. Even though she could amass a mountain of content within simple user interface commands, she still decided to search for information the good and old way; interaction. Doing so, however, revealed to her that some past problems still haunted her even in this new world where much to her chagrin, her ability to express herself was still quite broken. Despite all this, her light steps pressed forward, for she now had something she had long lost in the real world returned to her.

Slowly, the busy streets and buildings with the unique and beautiful architecture style of Stokbon changed to incomplete constructions as she reached the outskirts of Stokbon, its plains in full sight and glory, wind swept across its expanse briefly flattening the taller grass. Her lips let out a satisfying — yet monotone somehow — sigh as she gazed back towards the entrance to Stokbon. She had a basic grasp of her skills enough to survive the starting area… Hopefully. “Joyous. Even if unnatural circumstances seem to be hampering my social and communication skills, the feeling of longing for something again is ecstatic.” In contrast to her words, the blonde flailed her arms in response to the warm breeze, discreet little jumps translated her feelings of excitement into actions. Her little act of excitement suddenly came to a halt.

“Critical. This is not the time for playing and being happy. Proper procedures should be taken to assure higher success rates.” She fiddled with her menus once again, this time around choosing the options to equip her weapon, a two-handed sword, along with a magecrafter’s satchel. “Curious. It is unfortunate that the mascot girl did not want to share any information on the party members. My curiosity cannot be sated with simple conjunction. Excited, excited, excited. Perhaps one of them is a powerful spellcaster, master of many spells.” She stood on her right leg, the left one folded up, arms up in a grandiose motion. “...or perhaps, a martial artist that has no qualms in sharing their experience with a blade.” She drew her two-handed sword from the backstrap.

“Skill. Sonic Blade.” In response, her sword glowed as she spun on her right heel, slashing the air and generating a small wave of kinetic force. “Overjoyed. The proper skill needed to execute this ability has finally been reached--” As she tried to recover from her stance however, she lost her balance and fell flat on her back on the grassy ground. "Itai. itai. Bewildered. It seems the user of this weapon is still not experienced enough to handle this skill.” Thankfully, she didn’t hurt herself on her fall. Her blue and expressionless eyes could see someone observing her. Who was it? Maybe one of her party members?

“Affable. Good morning. Hopefully you intend to complete the task given by the mascot girl as well.” She said, perhaps a bit too comfortable to immediately get up from the grass.

OOC: @Quinn @Roland Rutledge

 

Quinn had been following Indra for some time, attempting to mimic each and every one of her action and seeing how long he could get away with it. He felt pretty proud for being able to recreate Indra’s movements, down to the terrible posture she assumed due to her big chest. Eventually, however, she fumbled with some skills that knock her down to the ground, abruptly ending Quinn’s practice for the 2027 International Miming Competition.

Although one might have expected Quinn to appear hovering right above Indra, it was Quinn… Instead, he suddenly appeared resting his head on Indra’s sprawled out arm. “Yo,” the man with hair that nearly blended in with the surrounding grass spoke in a completely nonchalant way. It did not bother him in the least that they were uncomfortably close and that there was a heavy hint of awkwardness between them. From that angle, Quinn studied the blond woman. Aside from the ultra-unfeeling expression she had on her face, she was pretty pleasing on the eyes, though he wished there was something else to complete her good looks, oh right, emotions, those are important.

“I’m guessing you’re one of my group mates, nice to meet you miss… uh? I'm Quinn and I will be your mate for today, I think we have great party chemistry, unless the game's horoscope is lying to me.” he said, extending his hand for a handshake while they were still in that awfully strange position. "So I'm guessing it's your first day in the game, right? You should definitely be using the auto-assist mode for all of your combat!"

@Indra
@Roland Rutledge

 

Pushing through the field on the outskirts of Stockbon, Roland let out a light cough as he approached the two laying in the grass. He had missed most of the earlier shenanigans, but managed to catch the second half of the act as Indra practiced her skills while Quinn imitated them, "I hope I'm not interrupting, but I was hoping we could get this over with." He said with a sigh as he pushed forward so that he might be seen.

"I guess, you two love birds are my company on this quest..." Roland said looking them both up and down. It was hard to tell one's approximate level in Terrasphere, but there were slight clues, such as gear choice, and paths of travel, that tended to give it away. As near as Roland could tell both of the characters before him were likely still getting use to the game, the girl more so than the boy, but still. "If trinity hadn't given out this quest..." Roland grumbled under his breath as he cocked his head to the side, "This likely wouldn't be worth my time..." After a long exhale, Roland waved his hand before him, hitting a few buttons on an unseen control panel. A few moments later the two would see a notification pop up before them.

Invite

Roland Rutledge has invited you to their party. Accept?

"Well looks like we are in the suggested area at least!" Roland said suddenly cheerful as he sat down, taking out a small flask from his pocket, "Go on and do your exploration thing. I've seen most of what there is to see here so I should be good." With that he sat back, and took a long draw of his flask, clearly not prepared to move.

 

Her eyes glanced up trying to find the presence she felt moments ago to no avail. But then, just as Indra was about to try and get up to look at her party member, she felt something weigh down her arm on the grassy ground. A masculine voice came from her left flank and a man with green, spiky and messy hair was comfortably using her arm as pillow. The blond stared at the man with her cold blue eyes as he introduced himself as one of her team mates, “Plain introduction. I am Indra. It is unfortunate that someone who will be taking part of a great opportunity in this quest believes in something as silly as the horoscope, especially from this world.” Still in that position, Indra extended her right hand for a handshake and as their hands made contact, her eyes blinked more times than usual. Wait, something was wrong here. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she sat up and pulled Quinn’s pillow — her arm — away from him.

“Unbelievable, unbelievable, unbelievable.” She muttered under her breath, though loud enough for him to hear. “Genuinely nonplussed. It appears that a new breed of grass camouflage-type hybrid pervert is now using others as pillows in the plains of Brisshal.” Indra got up to her feet, patting her beginner light gear to get rid of the dirt. “Plain explanation, no. It appears a lot of players rushed to power level their way through this world. Proudly, I have been carefully studying it instead.” She wasn’t, really. It just took way more time to learn things without abusing of most of the game’s mechanics, something she was stubborn about.

Her body perked up, — and so did her oddly large strand of hair atop her head — startled by another voice coming from behind them. Her eyes met with a purple-haired swordsman. “Plainly speaking, that is impossible in such a short frame of time. We can’t finish what we barely started yet.” She listened intently to him, disregarding his look over herself and Quinn. “Genuinely worried. It appears that your ambiguous and shady flask is clouding your judgement. We are no love birds.” Despite her initial impression of Roland, she’d have to give him credit to his equipment. The difference between them was unfortunately a bit too obvious.

Indra stared at the invitation panel for a few seconds, eyes shifting back from Quinn to Roland as she assessed her great start — one that had no qualms with getting into people’s personal spaces and another that didn’t seem quite as eager with adventuring. A monotone sigh escaped her lips as she accepted the invitation and looked over her party again. Indra’s ahoge hair strand slithered on top of her head from left to right in response to the annoyance behind her expressionless face. “Angry remark. Understood, then I will do this by myself. Thank you for your cooperation.” Without looking back, she pressed forward with determination and rage in each of her steps towards her objective, except that…

She was clearly going to the wrong direction.​

@Quinn @Roland Rutledge