[l=Location:]Away From Camp[/l]
As a boy, Takeo was fond of running the trails of their family’s mountain estate. He knew every brook and tree; each trail and path, almost as well as he knew his own room. Having no friends to count on, he amused himself with the world around him, diligently exploring every part of the land he surveyed with childish zeal and wonderment. The same kind of view was one of the things he took with him into TerraSphere as Takeo – now Yuichi Ichinose – tore through the moonlit wilderness at marathon speed, the biting cold wind kissing his face that was painted with unfettered elation. The near-death experience of running away from the wyvern gave Yuichi a newly-acquired taste for virtual danger, and in venturing alone into the woods, sought out such circumstances others would otherwise avoid.
When he first came into the Crystallized Zalra, it was to have a practice duel with Anabelle to gauge her combat prowess as well as give her some time to acclimate her fighting style against melee fighters like him. It was his way of handing a gun to the Felin since she, like many of those who chose the path of the healer, had atrociously lacking skill in close-quarters combat. Yuichi hoped that fighting with him taught the beast-kin some manner of defensive techniques and inspired her to take up some manner of melee combat style to give the Felin some much-needed tricks up her proverbial sleeve. After all, nobody usually expected a magic-wielding brawler; in the same way, nobody would expect a Felin to be versed in the art of blunt-weapon combat. Adapt and survive – that was the lesson the pretty-boy learned after going through the gauntlet of trials.
Yuichi’s legs burned as his midnight run saw him traverse hills and climb trees, all the while his defense mechanism pleaded for him to go back to the relative safety of the caravan. However, he simply ignored it in favor of the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins and empowered his every stride. Finally, he reached the place he had come to see as his run’s finish line – a towering butte that, by reason of the crystalline infection, gave it the appearance of a luminescent fang from some long-buried behemoth. It was a majestic sight to behold, enough to give even the usually stoic brawler chills down his avatar’s virtual spine. He nodded – climbing it was going to be the highlight of his night.
In what would have taken hikers an hour to reach the summit, Yuichi’s speed and maneuverability allowed him to blaze up every obstacle in his way until the young man finally stood at the peak of the world, affording the player a surreal sight of a vast portion of the mutated forest, even able to see the location of the camp site. He was in awe at the glowing sea of trees before him; without a doubt, he would have Anabelle sketch him a map of his journey once he got back.
Exploring: Mapping
72 + Mod= 72
Tracker / Roll
1634 / 3000
Last edited: Oct 26, 2017
