[PP-F1] Unique Identities [Phillia]

[Alruin 0]

No training today, that's all Alruin kept telling himself today. He could see why people didn't want to become stronger it's all because the enemy grinding was tedious and there was no real beauty in it. Although Alruin found the death of an enemy beautiful with the blue shards of the database glistening in the virtual sunlight, that was about it. He was too low leveled to fight high scaling fights yet, but soon, he'll get there. He just needed more time to get to that point. Rising out of bed, Alruin opened up the curtain and revealed the beautiful sunrise, is was dawn, and he left his tavern room with his whip at his side and his clothing on his body. He sat at a nearby table and ordered his meal, and nearby he saw two players. One that had just payed the bill to leave the tavern, and then another one, a female. Alruin wasn't one to keep staring at others, so therefore he simply observed the room, while he waited for his meal. About ten minutes later, Alruin was given his meal, which consisted of a standard breakfast. Eggs, toast, and orange juice. Also, in order to please his mornings he would order for a rose to be delivered with his meals every day at every meal to give his table some sort of beauty to it and so it wasn't bland like all of the others.

After he finished eating his meal, Alruin stood up, and grabbed the rose. Every morning, he gave it to a person, but he made sure that it was a different person every morning. Placing the rose on the girl's table, he smiled and left the tavern to go for a stroll outside of the hub of the town and more along the outskirts of the wall walking through the back alleys, with his hands in his pockets and his whip attached to his hip, even though he was in the safety of the town, he still felt it was required to keep his whip at the ready in case something ever happened that caused towns to become combat-allowing.

[Phillia 0]

Phillia exits her tavern room, making note of the rose and looking at it in disgust. "Stupid lovebirds, they're always flirting like this." she sighed. Knowing she can't change the daily roses, she leaves the tavern with rapier in hand, bursting into a full sprint to the plains where all the boars are at. She sticks out quite well in the crowd with muddy and damaged gear, not to mention her hair would look like a dark blue color while running around the crack of dawn. Her sprinting comes to a stop; while she wasn't looking, she bumped into a poor unsuspecting Alruin (However she takes the fall and lands on her buttocks). Birds begin chirping as Phillia landed, and the bright rays of the morning sun shine on her, the stone pavement complimenting her dirty clothes. 

Edited February 5, 2016 by Phillia