Jomei

"Truthfully, I enjoyed it." a remark that accompanied a shrug of his shoulders. "A close friend of mine really turned me onto puzzles like this, with not just reward at the end, but a more in-depth understanding of the story behind each floor." Of course, ancient ruins and tales of the past were, in reality, no older than the most recent buildings in Aincrad. The entirety of this tower, and whatever vast world may exist beyond, all came to life on the same day. That was dull thinking in Jomei's eyes, seeing SAO as just a video game they needed to escape from. With everything gone to hell aroun

Skill(s) Being Dropped: N/A Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Ferocity SP Incurred Towards Limit: 4 SP Refunded: 4 Cost: 4,000 col

With a soft smile plastered on his face, the ginger stepped from the grass to the sand. A nearby voice caught his attention, one all too familiar to him that easily caused him to stop in his step and turn in their direction. Hair black as night with a skirt to match and piercing, yet kind, eyes of red. "Ah, hey Z." the ginger greeted her as he raised a free hand to wave in her direction. "I think I feel a bit underdressed now," he would add with a chuckle and rub of the back of his neck, regarding her choice of dressy attire versus his own floral swim trunks and hooded sweater. "Either way, lo

"Ah, yes!" the ginger quietly cheered as he prodded the tablet out of its housing using the tips of his fingers. Despite the density of the stone it was carved out of, the slab was surprisingly light. Approximate to the weight of a novel. Not that it would matter, for it would be housed as lines of code and data within the confides of his virtual pockets. Tucking the plaque underneath one arm, a simple movement of his free hand would bring about his own, personal menu. Definitely beats the real world alternative of having to lug it around from place to place. Wulfrin mentioned wanting to

Pat pat pat The heel of Jomei's boot tapped against the ground anxiously. There was no danger immediately present, or any sign of failure if they did not accomplish the task in a set amount of time. Rather, he was just excited to solve the riddle. He found that he greatly enjoyed some of the puzzles that Aincrad had presented them. A nice change of pace from the typical fetch quest or monster fight. It allowed him to use his brain and knack for the problem solving rather than the sword fighting abilities that the Cardinal System bestowed upon him. Maybe that was a bit of Lessa rubbing off

The hospitality was very welcome, as Jomei accepted the tea and snack offered by Mac. bars Pouring the steaming liquid into a small, porcelain cup, he would retrieve a biscuit from a tin with other various styles and flavors. Allowing the man his space while he worked on the new rapier, Jomei found a comfortable chair where he could sit, wait, and enjoy the aromatic tea. He watched the steam rise from the cup for a moment, before it dissipated along with a cooling breath from Jomei's lips. The clang of hammer against metal was melodic, and - in some strange way - added a peaceful addition to t

"--predates my arrival to the Frontlines." There was a time before Freyd on the frontlines? One of the highest leveled, and highly regarded, players had made their climb through the ranks in a shorter amount of time than Jomei had realized. His eyes shifted to the dark haired player, first with disbelief which slowly made way for astonishment. "Right, sorry. Suppose I forgot about that. Tesseleth was a dragon that demanded sacrifices from the different settlements here. Probably one of the most grueling battles we had faced in awhile, with a lot on the line." A free hand snaked around the

The cascading shadows from branches and jagged stone made this task all that more difficult. Losing his place was often an issue, especially when he would search the darkness for a specific character, only to learn it was one of the many that Wulfrin said were missing. "Dammit." he would curse under his breath, thick green fabric trailing behind him as he quickly shifted back to the tablet's pedestal. Wulfrin took it upon himself to scour the rest of the hidden grove for those symbols and their translation absent from the cipher. A few moments later, and they began scribbling across a bl

That picture was definitely getting sent out, no doubt about it. Jomei could only hope that he didn't have many mutual names on their friends lists, else he'd never live down this embarrassment. He would sigh softly to himself as he waited a short couple of moments for her to close out her menus and begin her actual rescue .. which took not even half as much time as it took for her to take the picture and spread it to her friends. With some deft footwork and a precise strike, the webbing had been slit, and Jomei could feel the silky threads continuing to tear. Freeing his arms first, the rest

Jomei the emerald duelist The rolling waves of the twenty-fourth floor were becoming a strange constant as of late, and it was beginning to grow on him. Days of his life spent in lands with no warm beaches, or in the heart of a city far from the shore, he had grown accustomed to not being the 'summer-loving' type. Especially when it came to the sun, or the heat, his fair skin did not get along nicely with the sun's rays. Kayaba was cruel, but apparently not enough to implement sunburn into the list of status effects. The hea

My hero <3 ID 234515 | LD 13+3 | CD 9 | MD 1 4/5 Flowers Found 48/50 Guardian Tolerance 41/50 If the MD result on your roll was 5 or higher, The Grove Guardian summons wasps, beetles, and other insects from the surrounding trees, attacking all players in the party, dealing 100 unmitigatable damage and your gathering action fails.

"Ah" Freyd would introduce Jomei to the woman who stood by idly as the two players greeted each other. At first glance, he could have mistaken her for a fellow player, but as his eyes fell upon her form, he could see the marker noting her as an NPC. "Its a pleasure to meet you." he would offer a respectful smile and bow of his head to Ureka. Returning to his full height, the green-clad duelist was met with a text box before his eyes - more specifically, one assigning a quest to him. So she was a quest giver, that made a bit more sense as to why Freyd was speaking alone with her in the dark. No

The ginger's fingers thrummed on his knee, from pinky to forefinger, over and over and over. His other hand rest in front of his face, a hooked finger resting against his lower lip. He had said his piece, and did not have much more to add, even with the additional information provided by the other players. Many good points were brought up, many contradicting points, but that was always expected during these meetings. Especially with the vague information given. A couple of comments regarding the corpses on the floor dismissed his own claims that they could reanimate and become additional foes

Jomei's shoulders rose with a shrug, "Eh, I figured if this was just going to be some quick info-gathering quest, then we would probably have enough time to take on the first boss." He would imagine that the fight would not be too difficult either, being the first leg in a multifaceted journey starting on the First Floor of all places. The thought of a low leveled player stumbling upon the cavern on their own, without knowing what they were up against.. No, this game was cruel.. but not that cruel.. right? His expression turned sour for a moment. Retrieving a writing pad from his inv

Also rolling LOL ID 234274| LD 6+3 | CD 8 | MD 8 3/5 Flowers Found 39/41 Guardian Tolerance 31/40 If the MD result on your roll was 6 or higher, the Grove Guardian summons vines from the ground that hamper and eventually pin you down. Your gathering action fails and another player must spend their post action to free you.

Typically, music would help Jomei deal with stressful situations such as this. Whether his favorite bands played a private concert through large, circular headphones or his fingers danced along nickel strings, firmly pressing them into the wooden face of the guitar's neck -- any form of music would do. However, he did not have the luxury of popping air pods into his ears. And mum was the word as they crept about the grove once more. So taking out an instrument from his inventory to pluck was out of the question. With lips pressed together, he hummed a quiet tune to himself. O

"Hm.." Jomei pondered his abilities as they crossed the threshold into the grove. It was strange, aside from the obvious, sudden change in the type of tree and flora present within this place, the air felt different as well. Quiet, and peaceful, but a little thick. Like the eye of a raging storm, a short respite with impending danger looming on the horizon in every direction. He enjoyed himself for the time being, for he knew it would not last. "I'm not entirely sure if actual stealth will work in our favor.. since the Guardian seems to know where we are the moment we step foot in here. But ke

"Ah, so I have you to thank as well for this gear." His bowed his head with a respectful nod in Wulfrin's direction, truly thankful that he would not only help out Morningstar, but a player he did not know. "You have my thanks. Seems only right that you'll be the first one to see it in action." "Hmm.." Jomei hummed as Wulfrin recollected what he remembered about the quest. "The keys.. That seems the most logical." He spoke as he stepped quickly around the outer rim of the tree, watching each of his steps carefully as to not get snagged on some bulging root or upturned stone. There, as Wu

The glow from his light source was just enough to see that someone had stopped and was looking up at him, though most of their features were still masked in shadow. His eyes strained as they tried to adjust to the darkness and see just who was peering up at him. There was an air of familiarity to them, but he could not figure it out, especially when looking at their silhouette.. while swinging upside down. He could hear slight muttering, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Perhaps they were trying to formulate a plan to help the ginger down. "It-Its strong web, but should cut eas

Jomei wasn't expecting the accent that coated the woman's words as the words left her red tinted lips. It was soft, smooth, and could potentially be used as a deadly weapon to get whatever she wanted. And the way she presented her.. assets, for a moment he felt a bit of déjà vu. Careful with this one, he thought to himself, don't need another Opal. With a kind smile, he met the woman's hand in greeting, gently taking hers in his own partially gloved hand. "Jomei, its a pleasure to meet you Siren." Another approached them with the intention of speaking with the quest giver that stood idly

"Ah I see." Jomei responded with a nod to how the two were acquainted with one another. Not much of a backstory to it, just a veteran helping a newer player. Didn't really help out with keeping the small talk moving. "Shame she wont be joining us for the raid. Could've used her skills." There was only a short beat of silence before Wulfrin chimed in once more, mentioning the new weapon he wielded. "Yeah. I really owe Star for that one.. All incredible work." He pat a hand on the face of the weapon's housing. "Well, I'm a Performer.. but I'm not a crafter. I don't have songs to provide, so I wa

Jomei the emerald duelist For a floating castle, Aincrad had a lot of floors that were underground-based. Or, perhaps, he had just been finding himself frequenting these cavernous environments. Definitely not on purpose. For a ginger who was allergic to the sun, he would definitely prefer it over these cramped labyrinths of caverns and tunnels. The Underdark, however, was a whole monster on its own. Not only did the tunnels feel even smaller, and the air felt heavier to pull into your lungs, but it was pitch black. Without a

If it weren't for the mention of his name before all else, Jomei might have drawn his sword on the figure as they approached. Dressed akin to a highway man NPC that would shake down newbie players for the little bit of col they had. However, it turned out to be the player he had been waiting for. "Aye, suppose that makes you Wulfrin." A hand came up to properly greet the man with a handshake, if he would accept. "I suppose congratulations are in order." the ginger started, as he pulled at the cloak on his shoulder and adjusted the rapier-violin housed on his hip. "I didn't have the oppo

Jomei the emerald duelist Whispers floated around the interior of the Hollow Pumpkin inn, a tavern that seemed to change its name and motif every couple of months to fit the season. What was once called A Cup of Sunshine now sported carved pumpkins, their toothy, smiling expressions illuminated by the flames of a candle housed within. The menu switched out as well, which was more exciting to some than the sudden change in nomenclature. Jomei stood at the long, dark stained wood counter, one foot on the leg of the stool behind him. He traced th

"Yo, Mac!" Jomei would offer a casual wave to his old friend as he entered his shop, "Good to see you." Stepping up to the simple wooden counter, he would lean one arm on its surface as he summoned his inventory menu with the other. "I hate to come see you with just business, but thought you could help me out with a little back up weapon" From his inventory, he would pull three rapiers and set them on the counter, along with two Gleaming Scales, and a Demonic Shard. "This should be everything, just let me know what I owe you for the work." 2 Gleaming Scales + 1 Demonic Shard sent