[F9-PP] Scorched Peaks [Able, Lessa]

[Able 0]

In the moment that players of higher levels were constantly looking for ways to clear the floors and boss fights taking place one after the next, it wasn't like that for the players with the strength of Able. While his stats were low, his experience in surviving the crude and harsh conditions Aincrad propsed was definitely up there with the veterans. Any player could train and go fight the next floor boss with the frontlines, not every player was able to survive the weather, the mobs, and worst of everything else: the players themselves. Most people could be approached without the fear of your life being taken from you within the blink of an eye, but then there are those that care not for their actions in the video game of death.

Taking a gulp of what was once cold water now turned room temperature, Able felt relieved. Wiping away an excess of sweat and the hair that at this point looked like he came straight out of the shower, he looked up towards the top of Mount Kazan only to see the heatwaves emenating from the mountain giving it the illusion that it was swaying from side to side similiar to when one would look at their reflection in a pool of water after making ripples of waves. In the background there was the sound of chatter between friends and the complaints about the heat from people new to the environment. Some players coated with armor from head to toe, while others loitered about in nothing more than some short cloth to make the heat more withstandable. If anything was certain, it was that water would become your best friend anytime you spent some time on this floor.

Taking one last quick check at his inventory before setting out on an adventure, his index swiped and scrolled through the menus. Placing a marker on his map at the center of the large mountain depicted, he had every intention to attempt to make it to the top of Mount Kazan. "Water, check. Food, check. Equipment, check." Able whispered to himself so he doesn't forget anything before setting out. Realizing he was carrying some consumables in his inventory he popped a <<Yui's Grace>> granting him more experience for a given period of time. "Time to roll out. Let's turn this mountain into a casual stroll." Little did he know, how hot it was going to get, and how dangerous it may potentially be.

 

@Lessa

 

Consumed 1 <<Yui's Grace>> granting additional SP upon completion of this thread.

Edited August 21, 2019 by Able

[Lessa 1]

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Level: 35 | HP: 700 | Energy: 70 | Base DMG: 11 | Base MIT: 72 | Acc: 1 | Eva: 3 | Thorns: 2 | Heavy Momentum: 1
2HSS [5] | Heavy Armor [3] | Protector Familiar [3] | Survival | Howl | Precision
Jigoku rÅzu [+3 DMG] | Rose Gauntlets [+2 Thorns/+1 HM] | Hovering Cloak [+3 EVA]

If asked, Lessa would have to say that she had very little in common with Anakin Skywalker. He had been destined for greatness from a young age, where as she had set her sights on teaching middle school. He had had a series of dedicated mentors, and she had had quite a few sub-par history teachers. He was a badass, she was... not. Also, the whole going rogue and becoming evil thing. But there was one very striking similarity between the two of them - they both disliked sand.

Hated it, in fact. Desert floors such as five and nine were among Lessa's least favorite, and least visited. She would much prefer four's frigid temps, despite the ridiculous history she had with the floor. Even Riker appeared completely miserable as he trudged along beside her. The poor wolf's nose hung only inches above the fine sand, and he hardly lifted each paw as he dragged himself across the desert. "Come on, bud," she began, forcing false chipperness into her tone. "It isn't so bad." But she was lying, and they both knew it. Had the info broker not mentioned an archaeological dig on the ninth floor, Lessa would likely be somewhere else. Anywhere else. But the concept of learning more about Aincrad's past, and the native people on the floor, was too good to pass up. You can take the teacher out of the classroom, she thought to herself with the day's first smile.

A familiar face drew her from her thoughts, and the woman stopped short. Riker, who had taken a few more steps before realizing, turned back toward his companion. Lessa, however, was left staring at the man. His vibrant hair was slicked to his forehead, but whose wasn't, with this heat? But the sharp features and sharper eyes were impossible to miss. Where had she met the tall, slender man? And what was his name?

It came to her as she hailed him. "Able, right?"

[Able 0]

 

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Level: 9 | HP: 180 | Energy: 18 | Base DMG: 5 | Base MIT: 3 | Acc: 0 | Eva: 0 | Thorns: 0 | 
Martial Arts [2] | Light Armor [1]

Thinking of routes that he could take to scale the mountain with minimal burns, PK ambushes, and hostile mob encounters he slowly came to the conclusion that travelling alone was a suicide mission. What's something that every good adventure needs? A trusty sidekick to join. Somehow his plans were falling into place as it was only minutes later a short woman by the name of Lessa, meeting no more than one or two times he was familiar enough to remember her name. Generous of him to bother. 

"Able, right?"

Taking a moment to shift his eyes from the menus and maps he had been studying down to the familiar followed with a look up at the woman with features that many would kill for. Definitely looking more equipped for a roughening than he was though. "Lessa, your memory serves you well. I'd assume you should know travelling light is the best way in floors with these conditions." The wind had picked up for what felt like half a second, but enough to give a feeling of relief as the cool breeze rushed across the skin. Taking himself onto one knee he slowly brings his hand to pet the familiar, remaining cautious in the event it bites him in self defense. "You look miserable. You need a pick me up, feel like tagging along to scale a mountain?" Giving a smile and a wink to follow, a go to move of his. "Oh yeah, also I could use someone there to make sure I'm not another dead body."

 

Edited September 11, 2019 by Able

[Able 0]

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