Jeeves

"The idea has merit," Jeeves admitted, clearly weighing his options, sucking on the tail end of his stylus, which Freyd had already flagged as one of his tells. "Fine. I'm in, but I'll need access to as much data as possible in order to be of use. The library in the Citadel of the Lost will need to be expanded." "Too obvious," Freyd interrupted. "But I may have another location in mind that could serve much more practically. One might even say it was tailor made for this." Added mystery only sweetened the pot. Jeeves had already committed, but the promise of access to additiona

"Isn't that some type of shark?" Quip and Foyle stood stunned. Even Freyd was surprised at the young man's awareness of the term, it being deliberately obscure. People tended to think he didn't know things, or was much younger than he seemed, because of his youthful appearance and small stature. He'd come across the species and the term while in a port aboard ship with Miri and Quaestor, at least as they were both known here. "It's a sneakier type, like a stealth shark, as opposed to the more overtly dangerous or violent types, like the tiger shark or great white." His goggles,

Not that he'd been especially eager to engage the rabid monstrosity they'd been dragged here to fight, but even Jeeves was a taken aback by the efficiency of its demise. Eyebrows perched high over his goggles, he simply stared, aghast, as the thing disintegrated into a pile of confetti mere seconds after the battle had begun. "How did...? What hap...? Where did...?" Freyd chuckled at his staccato of false starts. Even Foyle seemed mildly amused, though he remained more sympathetic in bearing. "Is it always like this?!" "No. Not usually," Freyd responded, stretching ou

Jotting down several notes, recording his initial observations, Jeeves snapped his log book shut the moment he saw Foyle jump in. Had he missed the signal? The various codes of conduct and combat signals still largely eluded his grasp. Whereas the older scout simply jumped and tumbled onto the sand, Jeeves' shorter status and lack of athleticism made that unviable. "They could just have provided a ladder," he muttered under his breath. "Pretty sure sharks can't climb." Tethering a rope to a solid outcrop, he lowered himself down slowly but surely, making sure not to jostle any

Subdued and introverted, Jeeves merely nodded, hiding as best he could behind his goggles as he scribbled something down in his travelling notebook. Clearly a bookworm by nature, the smaller fellow was content to let brasher personalities take centre stage while he learned at his own pace. Not considered to be combat material by most of his companions, even the crafter in Firm Anima were surprised at his enrollment in O&I. Freyd seemed to take a different tack, taking the boy under his wing. He knew Jeeves' tale and what might motivate him to want to take a more active role, even if it

ph *** Gathering | ID 217973 | LD 9+6=15 (mat 5/5 found)

ph *** Gathering | ID 217972 | LD 7+6=13 (mat 4/5 found)

ph *** Gathering | ID 217971 | LD 12+6=18 (mat 4/5 found)

ph *** Gathering | ID 217970 | LD 9+6=15 (mat 3/5 found)

ph *** Gathering | ID 217969 | LD 1+6=7 (mat 2/5 found)

ph *** Gathering | ID 217968 | LD 2+6=8 (mat 2/5 found)

ph *** Gathering | ID 217967 | LD 10+6=16 (mat 2/5 found)

ph *** Gathering | ID 217966 | LD 18+6=24 (mat 1/5 found)

Already out in the fields surrounding the Town of Beginnings, Jeeves' goggle-gagged head swiveled to and fro searching for the perfect site. Having already outfitted himself with the requisite experimental gear and supplies, the protocols were laid out in explicit detail in his notebook. He just needed the proper sample density and type to establish a baseline. Evangeline would have her fill and he would have his data. Mutual exchange could be so rewarding when properly prepared and manifest. These mobs had no idea that they were all little more than guinea pigs, at this point. Just like

Jeeves knocked softly on the NPC's shop door, politely waiting for a response that never came. Twice more he followed through on courtesy and protocol, before finally finding the nerve to quietly make his way in. "Hello?" Barely more than a whisper, his voice failed to carry through the belching and bubbling clatter of various substances in the midst of percolating into some manner of concoction that still seemed suspiciously likely to explode. "Oh, hi there! Welcome! Are you looking for something?" The young woman running the shop wore a thick leather apron heavily stained and

Eyes wide, uncertain of how best to meet expectations, Jeeves wasn't used to this kind of polite exchange anymore. Not since Miri... left. Re-acquaint was required. How else could the part be played? "Ummm... thank you." Brief was always best. No one paid attention or remembered. Brief was safest too. Eyes darting side to side in search of some expected outcome, his hands reached forth and slowly took the package, pulling it back and nestling it in the crook beneath his arm. A precious tool solicited and obtained. Another step in the formula complete. Pivoting on a worn boot hee

The innocent-looking young man had been in the shop for some time frantically scribbling notes, but repeatedly erasing and modifying whatever vision he was working on in his small booklet. Its outer cover was remarkably ornate, the leather meticulously tanned, cured and sealed against moisture penetration. Whatever it contained was precious enough to merit extravagant protection. He seemed to be sketching, over and over again, as if trying to extract a thought to paper, no mean feat for anyone lacking the requisite artistic talent. Finally satisfied, frustration melting from his face and s

There would have been no way for Ren to have known how long the boy was standing there, so still and silent had he been. Jeeves held a bucket of water in his hands and had been waiting patiently for the smith's moment of need. Sloshing in its container was what gave him away, Ren nearly jumping with a start at discovering his unannounced visitor. "Sorry." Wiping his sweaty brow with a relatively clean rag, Ren forced and awkward laugh. "I wasn't expecting anyone this late. If there something I can do for you?" The boy simply handed him a roll of parchment, which was opened and ex

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A you man, barely more than a boy entered the shop, quietly scraping his boots and setting them aside prior to roaming. Hi mop of mousy brown hair swayed slightly in an effervescent manner, as if his entire being wafted on the cloud. Bright blue eyes absorbed every piece on display, looking but not touching, for that would be rude. He didn't like rude people. They were often also the mean ones. "Can I have those please," he mumbled into his own collar, "I can pay." Pulling a handful of odds and ends gathered off the streets of by means of charity, Jeeves waited patiently for the i

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Virtues Studious - Possessed of a voracious appetite for lore, Jeeves buried himself in books and online databases at an early age. Adept with numbers and sharp as a whip, he prefers not to brag or show off his talents for fear of drawing unwanted attention. Such distractions only get in the way of his hobbies and other pursuits. Quiet - Overshadowed by a boisterous and beautiful older sister accustomed to taking charge, Jeeves has learned to accomplish things without making noise or drawing attention. A man of few words, he prefers to let others take centre stage and be the focus of

Profile Username: Jeeves Real name: Curtis Crowley Age: 15 Gender: Male Height: 5'4" Background: Jeeves, Typhon, Quaestor and his older sister Smarmy (aka 'Miri') were inseparable during the early days of SAO, forming the Madrigal as one of the game's first guilds and making a name for themselves. It all came crashing down a few months in when Miri and Typhon were suddenly lost to some sort of game glitch. Quaestor withdrew into himself at the loss of his wife, leaving young Jeeves alone with his grief. The guild shattered and fell prey to vulturous players who swooped