Ryo

Fishing Roll ID: 242038 CD: 11 (fish!) LD: 3 Materials Fished: 2 Ryo recast his rod, hoping for another bite. That surge of adrenaline, that need for the rod to vibrate in his hands. To feel something struggle like it did, and have that test of strength against it. More minutes went by, and soon that feeling of needing the next chase were subsided by his own thoughts again. The peace came, and his thoughts leveled out. Was this, what fishing was about? The sudden high of getting a catch followed by your mind clearing and settling. Just like the surface of the water. More minutes went

Fishing Roll ID: 242035 CD: 12 (fish!) LD: 8 Materials Fished: 1 Ryo took his rod and found an empty spot on the pier, and took a seat on one of the benches. Casting back into the water Ryo could already feel a difference. The bobber floated and he could see small shapes moving under the surface. He sat quietly, not wanting to disturb the fish anymore than he already had. Ryo took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. This was, relaxing? He didn't know how to put it into proper words, or properly explain it. But sitting here, alone was nice. No loud mobs attacking him, no NPCs shovin

Fishing Roll ID: 242033 CD: 6 (No fish) LD: 14 Moving to the edge of the lake, Ryo checked his inventory and saw that a Beginner Rod had been added. Equipping it showed that it was, incredibly basic. A lightweight rod with barely any discernable features. Three rings to help guide the, string, what was it even called. And a spool with a handle, he thought this was called the reel. It was more plastic than metal and didn't seem very strong or durable. Ryo mimiced the action that Gill had done and found that the game had taken control of his body similar to using a sword art and allow

Ryo laughed along with him, meeting the grip as best he could. Ryo matched the smile as his hand was released. “I’m honored that you would come to me for help. Since we’re now friends, I’ll let you in a little secret.” Ryo watched as the NPC reached into his pocket and produced a small tin, and then held it out to him. Bewildered as to what might be in the tin itself Ryo’s mind wandered. Could it be some sort of special bait, a golden coin for getting the biggest fish, or perhaps it was a hook fashioned from a rare metal. Ryo took the case from the NPC, and opened it only to be met with a tiny

Following directions this time, the first time he’d ever actually looked at them, so he wouldn’t get lost, Ryo found himself on the well made dock. Alongside the dock were several benches angled out to the large lake, and a humble fishing shack. It most likely sold beginning rods and bait he pondered. As Ryo approached the shack, assuming the find the NPC inside, he was surprised by a voice by the lakes edge. “Ahoy! Looking to pick up Fishing friend?” The voice asked. Ryo nodded his head. “Yes sir I am.” Ryo said, stepping down from the dock to meet the man. The man towered over Ryo, his boots

The first floor was a nice change of pace in comparison. He had spent far too much time on the fifth floor, and was getting tired of being assaulted by sand and harsh winds. He had heard about something called sub-professions, or something similar that would allow him to get extra stuff. As a kid, he was never one for gardening, and he never got the chance to fish properly. May as well give that a shot and see if it was his kind of thing. He was always interested in it, it seemed like it could be relaxing. Or incredibly boring. Regardless, it seemed like a good way to make some spare Col on th

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"Master Ryo." The samurai's eyes fluttered, barely acknowledging the words. He wanted to sleep. "Master Ryo." Louder this time words came, to take him from his slumber. He just wanted to keep dreaming. "Master Ryo, if you do not awaken and leave that bed this moment I will have no choice but to fetch the pail." A fierce shove finally jolted him from his dreams. His eyes half open Ryo looked up. "Oh, good morning Pennyworth." He said speaking through a yawn and giving him a smile. Pennyworth returned the smile, and spoke again. "Need I fetch the pail, sir? Again?" This caused Ryo to stir

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Ryo's boots dug into sand as he continued to run. "Carrying someone and running sucks!" He complained aloud, his feet kicking up more sand than usual. Ryo stopped in his tracks, leaning in on his tippy toes as a bandit tried to cut him off. In a panic, Ryo tossed the NPC into the air and then ducked under the bandits glaive before standing back up and catching the man. The NPC gave some complained mumbling, to which Ryo apologized for. Nym had to come in and intercept, giving Ryo ample time to escape the group. Ryo saw her hands move as she signed quickly at him. He gave a determined grin, and

Make them fear? Would that work? Ryo watched as Acanthus lopped a bandits hand off and proceed to threaten him. Unsure of how to react, Ryo sheathed his blade and picked the NPC up. "C'mon, up you go." He said as he strained slightly as he lifted the man over his shoulders into a fireman's carry. Acanthus had cleared the one's closest to them, and he agreed with her. "I'll carry him. Acanthus, Nym." The two of them were much better at taking care of crowds than he was. He was used to going out with Teion, and with her giant axe she cleaved through enemies just the same. Ryo turned his face aro

Ryo smirked at the woman. "And yet, here I am." He said meeting her jest. He broke eye contact and looked ahead and answered her next comment. "We rarely do." He said, more somber than before. The feeling was brief and gone in an instant. The city of Fortaleza was familiar to the samurai. It's market stalls and vendors a brief reminder of why he disliked this floor so much. He could only take having meats and spices shoved in his face so often before he contemplated drawing his blade against those NPC's. He let out a hearty sneeze as a blast of spice and sand kicked up in a wind gust and

Ryo sheathed his blade. That group was done, and with any luck that'd be the last of the usurpers. He looked behind them to see Cassim still alive. Good. Last thing they needed was this breaking the quest. Looking back Ryo was just able to catch Nym's hands prompting her voice to appear in his head. He whipped around to face the south seeing more of them coming. There was going to be too many of them to keep up with, and he wasn't practiced enough with wide arcs. He had been building and practicing for single target for duels, and bosses. Acanthus had already moved into position, and he would

Ryo nodded. "Yeah, a quest." He confirmed. He saw her wrap her arms around her legs, and suddenly Ryo was out of depth. He didn't know what to say or do, especially when she began to cry. He hated this. This, inability to just hit the thing that was causing the issue. The thing that was making his friend feel like this. But there was nothing he could do, nothing he could say. He couldn't imagine having someone so close then losing them over time. He couldn't fathom losing a family member. He couldn't believe a time where Teion and himself would grow apart. He couldn't do any of that. So w

Ryo dusted off his hands. All they had to do was deliver Cassim back to his brother and and call it a day. Drinks were gonna be on him, or at least the first round was. Just as he was about to thank the bandit for doing buisness, his sixth sense went off at the same time as Nym’s. Ryos eyes narrowed as he grabbed Cassim by the collar and tossed him back a few feet into the sand behind them. As he did, the usurper bandit drove his blade through. Hands moved faster than mind and Ryo found himself gripping his Katana, ready to draw it. he watched the objective change. This wasn’t normally pa

Ryo walked with his hands inside of his obi in a restful position. "Aha~, so such a combination isn't impossible." He said, nodding. A new goal had appeared in his mind. If it wasn't impossible, then he would work as hard as he could to achieve said item. "I've been planning on making a material run, but killing mobs over and over again kind of gets boring." He admitted. Ryo continued to follow the pair. At the conversation of paying for the mans release, Ryo thought about how much it could cost. And when closer inspection revealed that it would be 200k, Ryo flinched and looked dismayed. "Mayb

Ryo felt the pats and snapped back to attention to look at her. She insisted that the front lines weren't fun, and that there were other cool quests. But that wasn't the point. It wasn't that he wanted to go to the front lines, he wanted to do them to help save people. He couldn't do that doing quests, or by traipsing around doing whatever. Ryo opened his mouth to argue his drunken point, but stopped himself. He could see the tears welling in her eyes, and he listened. His mouth quivered for a moment, his eyes nearly overflowing themselves. She began to cry, as she began to berate him for

Ryo raised an arm arm to shield his eyes as the area around him went pitch black. Without wasting a moment, Ryo's eyes flashed his <Night Vision> activating. He tilted his head to the right narrowly avoid the missed attack meant for Freyd. The attack, whatever it was, fell harmlessly behind him. "They have ranged attacks!" Ryo called out. "Watch out for the cross-fire!" He said noting the still trapped portion of people. They'd be sitting ducks if this darkness didn't clear out soon. If they continued to hold the line as well as they did, the other players would soon all be out. And then

Ryo's eyes sparkled upon the mention of a 'Cave of Wonders'. "Cave of Wonders." Ryo said thinking of what may be in said cave. Stacks of col, a mountain of rare items, a horde of demonic weaponry? Ryo shook his head free of the fantasy. "I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't hurting for money." He admitted. "But I know that what I need for the front lines, can't simply be bought. Or at the least cheaply. I need a weapon that's blessed with Holy, and possible that one enhancement that ignores somethings mitigation. Can't remember the name." He said tapping his chin. Upon entering the tavern it w

Ryo hacked a cough as he continued to laugh, his hand slapping against his leg. The previous feeling of dread and unease was washed away and gone replaced with the fun jovial energy of the pairs laughter. "I can't believe that you just, used it!" He said, cackling. "Hestia must've been livid!" He said cackling some more. The drink was hitting him fairly well at this point. He was never a heavy drinker outside of the game, but he had never drank this much. He didn't exactly believe the manga or shows that showed how easy going people became. Ryo covered his mouth with a fist as he kept his

What was this feeling in his chest? A sense of pride? Overwhelming fear? No, it wasn't anything like those. He felt those before, in good places in his memory and in bad. He knew what those felt like, this was new and different. He gripped the handle of his katana, feeling the silk dig into his palm. His breath hung in the air as the temperature drastically dropped. He could see his HP drop slightly, but the cold didn't bother him. He had experienced colder on the fourth floor, and here was on the twenty-ninth. He knew what this feeling was, it was excitement. His limbs weren't shaking, yet he

Ryo stood still as he was used as a handle to make sure the laughing woman didn't fall over. He looked up, not making eye contact with her, or her companion. Just looking for, something or someone to get him out of this situation he put himself in. When the laughing ended a few seconds later, though it felt like an eternity, Ryo adjusted his clothing and let the woman speak. Ryo rubbed the back of his neck, as he was invited to their group. "If it's no problem. I would love to actually." He said as he opened his menu and would either send them the request, or accept the invite himself. "He's g

Did she not know? Had she even been drunk before, or at least tipsy. The revelation have sobered him up somewhat at the least, making more easier to understand his slurring. “Tel, we’re getting drunk.” Ryo said, before letting out a small laugh. “I didn’t think it was possible but this quest seems to unlock that ability, to drink. To drunk. To get drunk.” He said repeating the failed part of his sentence until it was correct. Ryo nodded, thinking. “I could always sent a message to Jomei. He’s a front liner and he could come get us, oh wait.” Ryo said absent mindedly before giving an apolo

"Hisaschmia! Niiiiiice!" Ryo said, slurring the words a bit. " I've never been, but I've got some cushions who live there. They're kinda boring, don't really play the schame games I do. They juscht want to keep playing the schame game over and over again. Well, I guessch the jokesch on me." He rambled, letting out a laugh. He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned that she was a student. "Teaching schounds scho cool. I remember my teachers, and they were pretty neat. Schaped me into who I isch today." He said, letting out a small burp as he ended his sentence. He nodded his head and listened to

Ryo watched as hands moved. It was, sign language. At least, he thought it was. The monotone voice in his head startled him, and caused him to look around a bit until he realized it was the game's translator. "Oh I see. The game auto translate any language. Interesting." He thought aloud, thinking back to when he was testing it with Teion. "Wait, not my type?" He said, it finally clicking for him. His face went red and he quickly waved his hands in front of him. "No no no, uh not like that kind of drink. I mean, it's a desert town so drinks just sound more appetizing?" He said, fumbling over h