Plini

"I don't know Marv" Plini told him "the only one I know here is Dr. Silence, she lets me use her spare room for my alchemy shop" he added. The newcomer already gave an impression of strength similar to Orca but it was different. Orca was handling assault to her well while this one... he is part of the Frontlines. He was however friendly enough to let someone named Marv join them, add some donuts and it was quite a time. He thought that things like this was rare and so, Plini turned his attention back to Astreya. "Maybe, I hardly try to locate shops here, some are weird looking while othe

Plini almost choked at the mention of food turning out good just by following the recipe "right, right, just follow the recipe" he made a nervous laugh and took a bite out of the pie. He can remember the vivid memories of him getting beaten by one of his sisters for ruining a simple cake. There was no in-between, he can make good meals but he can also burn down a house just by making one muffin. "Someone stronger than me?" he thought hard for a second. It was true that Orca is strong, there's no way she can survive getting assaulted if she isn't but Plini somehow feel something weird abou

Rations Empty vials packed lunch rope lamp thick blanket Plini stood by the gate of Fortaleza and a rucksack of supplies behind him, he crossed out all the items he had from the list and looked at the sand dunes from afar. The weather was forgiving today though it would still irritate those who aren't used to humid areas. Behind him is the settlement's lively inhabitants, one could say the scenery was straight out of an Arabian Nights story. "The people sure are busy here" he thought as he double checked the contents of the rucksack again. He could also feel the confused or

"That's good to know, most people here enjoy food made by other players but I don't mind who made it, food is food." Plini pulled a plate slowly towards him and took a bite, it was good but still it reminded him of the cake sample he had back then. "I guess that's just the perks of being inside a virtual world, less anxiety about weight" he told her as he continued to take small bites of the pie. "Yeah a babysitter, I met her when I did some beginner quests and now she acts like my safety is important." He wasn't sure if Astreya would understand it but it would be weird if someone didn't

"It's all about surviving, by helping the people up there clearing floor bosses or supporting them with what we the cowards can craft" he spoke behind her as he holds an beaker filled with a mix of green and red. 2 hours ago, before he sneaked behind Astreya "Ok Plini I'm giving you clear instructions here" A woman the same height as him wearing some kind of of white coat and a long sword strapped behind her "don't go looking for trouble, remember you're an alchemist not a brave knight or brainless brute" she added. Plini turned his head, an annoyed face clearly seen "ok Orca cut the

A blueberry cake was set before him. He wasn't sure if he'll like it, he hasn't eaten a blueberry cake his whole life "it's like not it would kill me to try it" he thought. The girl was also quick in replying to his request but somehow he felt a bit disappointed with hoe she was simply giving out samples. "I'd like to satisfy my saw tooth sometimes so I'll look for your shop someday." Plini cut off a piece from the slice with his fork and tasted it. "Sweet, but I tastes familiar" his thoughts tried to recall anything about blueberries. "Drinks, cupcakes, and scent. I'm pretty sure I

"Eh?" Plini muttered as he saw that it was a bit lively than it was outside "I guess it can't be helped, taverns are supposed to be lively" he thought as he continued to go inside. He had a simple task, eat something, buy at least three lunchboxes if they had any and set off somewhere. No buffs or enhancements needed, it was only to satiate hunger and it would be bad to get hungry and die, or vice versa. He walked past the table where players seem to have gathered, there was even a guy clad in red who laid down materials "hm? gambling using materials?" he thought as he also saw someone ho

He found it... Hermit's Hermetics It wasn't that famous per se but he still found out that the place had some kind of envenom potion. He wanted it or to be exact, he needed it. People are wary of poisons but only a few appreciates its use. If the only thing that people can think of is using it to kill then they are probably thinking of nuclear bombs. Plini made his way inside the store and quickly looked for some envenom potions. It took him a minute but he found it and that's what matters. He quickly pulled out col from his inventory and asked for it "one necrosis please" he told hi

An odd-looking, old-fashioned shop? it seems like it would sell some kind of lucky jars or charms for Plini. That however cant' hide the the feeling that the shop is prosperous, managed well and... "ah please don't kiss each other" Plini told the two NPCs as he entered the shop. An easy request, he looked at the stocks and packages laid out. "I see, this way anyone can actually buy what they need with less hassle, very impressive" he thought. He had enough money to buy two packages, thanks to the guy whom he joined for an expedition, it would be a waste to leave it stagnating inside his p

A cart, a cook, and a place no one expects it would be... in a grassland. Plini wasn't sure if it was a joke or he's simply losing it with his stay in Aincrad growing longer. "I might as well try what this guy have" he thought. Plini walked towards the cook, his hand touching the foxtails around him. It was easy to approach but somehow he finds it hard what to say. "Um, how do you keep the fire going while cooking?" he asked "nevermind, it was a silly question." Plini looked at what the cook has to offer and soon enough he found what he needed "ok I'll be buying..." Crème Brûlée A

He looked at the things laid down before him. He was sure that he took an offer for a dangerous trip but it seems the guy was ahead of him in terms of thinking "probably a frontline player" he thought. He nodded as he listened to him, everything was true even if it stings. He was still on the low-level side of things and he was just lured in by how good the offers were for players like him. He wasn't expecting for Crozeph to be much more strict, he even wanted Plini to hit a hundred HP threshold. Plini glanced at the list "Cintamani - buff potions, Yuki Izakaya - food buffs" he read them

The gloomiest floor Plini has ever seen. It was as if a place where sad notes played on pianos were born. The aesthetic of the settlement impressed him though, he wasn't sure if Crozeph was Japanese or not but he had his tastes right. A few days ago his response to the offer was quite weird... because he received col from him. Something about preparations, it was already an interesting offer but he wasn't expecting a generous one. He entered the shop after leaving his boots outside, can't have his kneecaps be busted before the quest. The place was warmer than the doom and gloom theme of

"Mmm num ba de" "Dum bum ba de" Doo buh dum ba beh beh" "Pressure pushing down on me..." Plini's mumbling of a certain song was stopped when he saw the crimson sign. He was supposed to look for Lyle Tealeaf but somehow he ended somewhere that looked like a place to trade illegal substances. He paid no mind to it, it was a safe zone. What matters now is the name of the shop before him. "It looks like a nice pizza parlor with the word crusty but the barnacles..." he moved closer to read it better "oh it was Bahrnacle, probably a typo," he told himself before pushing the door to see wh

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Profile Username: Plini Real name: Ryann ????? Age: 22 (entering SAO ), 24 (Present) Gender: Male Height: 5'7 Files File #1 Plini was born into a family that lived a rather modest life. He himself was fond of that kind of lifestyle, keeping things as simple as possible. He was the youngest of the three children and he has two older twins sisters who are 3 years ahead of him. His family was quite the close-knitted type but he and his father were never a fan of relatives being too close to them. Add to that the fact that he noticed how there are a lot of females born and as