Zelrius had gotten up early that morning to get right into the game. He had a day off from the small part-time job he kept, only for the reaso to placate his parents from raging at the now grown man for not contributing to his own. While they were sympathetic to the recent events of his life, they, much like anyone in that situation, weren't too keen on having their now Adult son living at home. Especially come back so soon after having just moved out. So, they at the very least, insisted he got a job and paid his own way for things. It was a reasonable argument but Zel's standards, one he had no problem upholding his end of out of respect for his loving parents. Yet, he hated his small part-time job, and how it consumed hours out of his week, however few it was. But, he would escape those thoughts in Terrasphere, pretty much the only reason he even was interested game and insisted on spending so much time in it. He had grown largely secretive, and hidden away from real life. No longer keeping up with his active social life, or ambition for more. No, those things constantly reminded him of a certain someone, just as all the other games he had at the time did. In the realm of Terrasphere, he was a new man. Not in the sense that he took on another identity or changed his personality, no, more in the sense that he was confident he could hide here from the headache of his life and the people he knew. As the virtual sun rose, Zelrius let out a long, content breath. So far, this game had been extremely impressive. It was in no way lazy; the interactive and ever-changing world, with real NPC Characters and even more realistic time and weather. It was what most VR and AR RPGs strived to be. And he was happy with it. From the Inn he had logged out of in Brisshal, the golden haired man set out for the shining capital; Stokbon. He had been here once before, only briefly in order to track down a Player Killer in the Kingdom, but had left quite soon after getting the information he needed. This visit would be different; a lot more relaxed and with enough time to wander about and go site seeing. He was awe-stricken by what little of it he had seen before. The city itself wasn't particularly special compared to other RPGs, he was more interested in the lore behind every building, and ever townsfolk that walked by and about in it. That was the kind of man he was; simple things making him happy, as well as complex things. So, along the dirt path he meandered along, until it eventually melted, and gave way to the paved and neat stones that signified that he was a few miles outward from it. He picked up the pace a little in anticipation, eventually making his way to the great city, simply standing at the outskirts, gazing at it from across a field to enjoy it for just a moment. @Agnimitra @Solaria (EDIT: @ing peoples)
Stokbon held a fair number of memories by then for the Yldian, both good and bad ones alike. This city, full of life, was where she'd met a great number of friends. It was the place she'd become interested in growing her abilities in alchemy, and a place she regularly visited to aid any ailing members of the people that lived in the world, whether 'adventurers' or 'locals'. That particular day was an exciting one to Solaria. While she kept her uchigatana out as her primary weapon, attached seamlessly to her hip, she'd finally gone out to buy a blade better meant for her now higher capabilities in swordsmanship. Having just finished a rather heavily debated purchase, she found herself leaving one of the larger smithies in Falderen, a grin on her face as she admired the information on her purchase. "Sometimes, it's better to be able to grip with both hands," She told herself aloud. She wasn't used to two-handed weapons in this world- even if, offline, she'd learned two-handed weapons from kendo, which she still used in her usual fighting style in the game. But two-handed weapons were surely different. It was heavier and had two sides to it's blade. There was no 'dull' side- meaning she'd have to be extra careful with it. What she should've been more careful with, of course, was her own wit. She walked towards the edge of the city, debating if she wanted to practice with the sword before she got a bite to eat. The sight of a stranger staring rather still from across a small field caught her attention. Her instinctual worry kicked in, causing her to throw her plans to the wind and rush to his side. Now beside a stranger, whose blond hair would make her think of the wheat fields down near Pormont, the elf smiled nervously and put a hand at her neck, trying to keep herself from letting out an anxious chuckle. "Say, you okay there? You're kinda just...standing there. You shouldn't let your legs stay too still or straight, else your knees'll lock, y'know."
