[PP-F13] Vesuvyan, Kityuisa, and the mystery of the Wolpatinger

[Kindling 0]

The title of such an adventure is and will continue to be, nothing but an abstract joke; a meme, if you will. There is no mystery about such a creature, only the fire of desire burning within the eyes of a rather new actor on the stage of Aincrad. Far from the spot light, he enters what one would call 'far left.' The usual entry point for any prop movers. Fitting, Vesuvyan felt like little more than a prop in some grand story, but to that end, he had no issues with such a placement in life. Every tale needed scenery,, and if it had to be someone, might as well someone who looks and plays the part. Today though, the play of Sword Art Online would be focused on him, and that aforementioned passion. In particular, his eyes were set on finding a companion, both to stave off an ever growing loneliness filling his heart, and to substitute for the lack of Damage in his current item set. 

 

Leagues beyond the desolate borders of a small settlement known only as <<Angel's Point>>, the newly-begun Adventurer and not so avid games-player found himself searching up and down the various way-points left behind by various other players who had passed through these grounds. There were few pockets of life throughout the Floor, and those bastions were often densely packed with a wide range of diversity. One such Bastion was where the Spear-swinger was now; a deteriorated mess of colored glass, ivory walls, and broken pew chairs, reaching up to kiss the sky in an abundance of trees, fauna and flora. The perfect place to scout out and pick a Familiar, as well as pick off various types of enemies for their monetary and Experience values. A sharp whistle bounced off the walls of such a grand, but ultimately dilapidated building, Having emanated from the mouth of Vesuvyan himself, a check for other players or stronger monsters, keeping the entrance right to his back in the event that fleeing was a necessary action to take.

 

@Kityuisa

Edited August 26, 2019 by Vesuvyan

[Kityuisa 0]

Spoiler

♥Level: 26

Health: 520 | Energy: 52
EVA: 1 | MIT: 44 | ACC: 3
DMG: 10

Skills:

Combat skills: 
♥ N/A

Weapon skills: 
♥ Rank Five, Dagger +5 DMG

♥ Armor skills: 
♥ Rank Two, Light Armor +8 MIT

Extra skills: 
♥ Rank One, Familiar Mastery: Fighter +2 DMG

Utility Skills: 
♥ Rank One, Hiding +1 Stealth

Modifiers: 
♥ N/A

Inventory
♥ [Equipped] [Perfect] Dagger of Sands: +2 DMG +12 BLEED
♥ [Equipped] [Perfect] Hera’s Ensemble: +36 MIT +1 EVA
♥ [Equipped] [Perfect] Blossoming Wind: +3 ACC

Battle Ready:
♥ Starter Healing Potion (Heals 50) x3
♥ T1 HP Potion, Uncommon (Heals 40) x5
♥ Teleport Crystal x2
♥ [Empty]
♥ [Empty]

The druid of the animals that dwelt on every floor of Aincrad was on the move. Kityuisa, sat in the shadows watching. Silently watching. Her feet following the gypsy's every movements. Her eyes catching sight of the food bouncing against the left thigh of the black haired woman. Her goal was set, and Kityuisa would be sure to follow her.

Without so much as a word, Kityuisa continued to follow in pursuit. She had been waiting for a moment, much like this one to arise. Kityuisa had familiar items and she wanted to allow them to aid the druids' next victim in the quest to obtain a companion. Tanine Willowflame sat by her side. Kityuisa's peering eyes unblinking. 

The gypsy stopped in front of a man, one that Kityuisa was unable to describe. Her feet carried her out of the shadows and into the clearing. The gypsy had known she had been there the entire time. Whether or not she cared, Kityuisa had no clue. 

"Traveler, heed my word. Take this food and begin your quest. Find the one that speaks out to you, grasp it as your own." Just like that, the gypsy disappeared. "Find me again, behind the bell."  The whisper on the air cut short by a breeze that fluttered past. Kityuisa lifted her hand in greeting to the man. Her crimson eyes glancing upwards. The man was considerably taller than herself. "Hey."

 

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LD: 6 + 1. failed to enter stealth.

 

[Kindling 0]

Vesuvyan was in deep though, brows creased as pupils scanned, flicking from corner to corner. All of it, an attempt to spot any unusual movements, or god forbid, an orange marker. Neither of which were found, mostly because of the sudden appearance and words of a rather creepy old lady. "JESUS CHRIST!" Came the words, sharp and loud from his lips, spinning around and taking a few steps back before drawing the spear on his back, the silver, diamond shaped blade on the end directed at the Gypsy before she began to fade away. Lowering the spear head, Vesuvyan took the bag from her hand, and inspected it for a moment before looking back up at where the old lady was. Was being the valid word there; because her presence was all but erased as the her final words uttered about meeting her behind some bell somewhere. 

In an almost comically cartoonish fashion, as soon as the spear was withdrawn and back on his back, the dark haired man reached it for once more at the sound of another voice. "Is every woman on this floor coming to jump scare me?" Half joking, half annoyed the words came, his blue eyes now evaluating the source of the new voice. The Green Cursor and assortment of strange gear indicated more of a Player than that of an NPC. Unless this was some kind of strange monster. Very well could be. "Hey," he said back. Vesuvyan intended to leave it at that in a passive aggressive way, but decided instead to push the conversation forward. "Are you here to grind? Kill me? Kill that Weird Old woman?" The last two could have very well been jokes, but the dead-pan way they were delivered would suggest otherwise. 

Edited August 26, 2019 by Vesuvyan

[Kityuisa 0]

Kityuisa slyly looked at the man, more out of humor than anything else. Her eyes falling on the spear that dwindled on his back. His hands gripping it, ready to release it from its hold. With a hint that he might attack her with what her reply would be, she simply waved her hand. "If I were wanting to kill you, I would have done it by now. Stop being so tense." She stuck out her tongue, placing her index finger under her eye. Kityuisa then opened her UI, no hostility towards the man at all, and withdrew a couple of important items. 

"I've been trying to track her for quite some time. She's very mysterious that gypsy." Kityuisa retrieved the items she was looking for before handing them out to the man. "Take them. You were the lucky one she picked to find a familiar. So you might as well increase your chances." Kityuisa was giving him the consumables she had acquired for the next person that the gypsy chose. 

"For the remainder of this journey, you can borrow my gloves. Just make sure to give them back." She then handed over her gloves of ultimate luck. The LD boost that it gave him would be valuable and vital to obtaining his familiar.

-Let Vesuvyan Borrow Gloves

Spoiler

Name: Gloves of Caerus
Your Profession: Tailor
Your Rank: 1
Roll ID: 118912
Roll Result: CD12 / LD3
Item Type: Gloves
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: +3 LD
Description: "These gloves are rumored to have been worn by Caerus himself, Greek deity of opportunity, luck and favorable moments. They're tan and unremarkable in appearance, but never fail to bring luck to the wearer."
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r1-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle-currently-closed-to-public/?do=findComment&amp;comment=576032

-Gave Vesuvyan Items

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Name: Familiar Sight
Profession: Performer
Rank: 3
Roll ID: 119997
Roll Result: CD:12
Item Type: Support Song
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: When played during the <<Feeding your Enemy>> quest, gain +2 LD when attempting to find a familiar.
Description: A small song to help boost one's luck.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/15482-floor-4-rank-3-crystalized-passion/?do=findComment&amp;comment=5775

Spoiler

Name: Pheromones
Your Profession: Alchemist
Your Rank: 3
Roll ID: 119972
Roll Result: 11 + 1 = 12
Item Type: Salve 
Tier: 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: When used during the <<Feeding your Enemy>> quest, gain +1 CD when attempting to tame a familiar.
Description: A clear salve made of frog feet & flower pollen.
Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17903-f22alchemist-the-tipsy-witch-♥-pk-accessible/?tab=comments#comment-577487

 

 

[Kindling 0]

Tense was an accurate way to describe it, and this strange girl's wording of it in that way made him more than a little acutely aware of that fact. The way his muscles down his back and along his shoulders were bunched up, poised. His short and quiet breaths, along with still eyes that watched her. And to add to his feelings of stress and 'winding up', it appeared as though she was completely calm, a sort of confidence in her own skills that off put his own mood. His hand retracted from the spear, followed by a large exhale of air, the feeling of that extra matter leaving his digital lungs allowed the straightening of his spine, clearing some of the stale air. Though not all emotion was gone, a concealed frown being fought off at her goofy gesture. 

"Lucky?" The following statement did absolutely nothing to ease his suspicions. "Does she choose people often?" He asked, inspecting the bag once more. Upon opening it, a white dialogue box appeared, appraising the item on its own, and adding it to his inventory. Now it made more sense; the game must have taken note of his actions and determined he was on the hunt for a Familiar. 

Before he could even ask what she meant next, instantly a slew of items were piled into his hands, the white boxes explaining their purposes. It wasn't complete darkness in his mind; he had known that performers were good at charming various monsters, and could make items to do so, but why she was being so generous with such items was a mystery to him. "What is it that you want?" He asked, looking up to her.

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Spoiler

Level: 33

Health: 670 | Energy: 66
EVA: 2 | MIT: 12 | ACC: 0
DMG: 11

Skills:

Combat skills: 
FEROCITY (+1 DMG)
ATHELTICS (+1 DMG +10*Tier(2) HP)

Weapon skills: 
 Rank Five, Spear 2h, +5 DMG +2 for 2h

 Armor skills: 
 Rank Three, Light Armor +12 MIT

Extra skills: 
N/A

Utility Skills: 
N/A

Modifiers: 
N/A

Inventory
[Equipped] [Perfect] (T2) Hand Of the Mountain (2H Assault Spear) +2 BLD (48 Damage a Turn, 2 Turns) +1 PRLYZ (Stunned for one turn on Crit)
[Equipped] [Perfect] Messenger of Earth (Boots) +2 EVA
 

Battle Ready:
Starter Healing Potion (Heals 50) x5 (t2)
 

 

In the meantime, during her answer, Vesuvyan took a few steps into the Cathedral like building, and almost as if on cue, a triad of spike tailed, black lizards jumped out of the underbrush. This was a moment the dark haired man was waiting for, as he drew his beautiful spear, intending to dice one up with a Sword Art.

10 DMG (11x15) = 150 DAMAGE

Vesuvyan HP:530/650 EN: 49/66

Macetail HP:337/550 EN(48 Bleed for 2 Turns)

Macetail HP: 550/550

ID122791 BD: 8 HIT MD: 8 HIT

ID 122792 MD: 2 MISS

Edited August 28, 2019 by Vesuvyan

[Kityuisa 0]

Kityuisa simply raised her eyebrows as Vesuvyan asked her about the gypsy. "It's just a quest. She's an NPC. This is how I got Tanine Willowflame." Kityuisa merely shrugged, motioning to her pure black cat that stood to the right of her foot.

Kityuisa watched Vesuvyan's reaction to her gift and loan with amusement. She let out a soft laugh, "I want nothing. I simply had some extras laying around. Just consider it as forward security in our future relationship." Kityuisa made no other comment, instead following Vesuvyan to the chapel. Two macetails appeared from nowhere.

Kityuisa simply watched as Vesuvyan attacked, the damage dealt close to her own. Kityuisa watched as he finished up his attack before running in herself. As she ran towards the second macetail she withdrew her dagger. She charged, leaping and slicing at the top of the body. She landed safely on her feet. "You take down that first one. I'll focus on the second."

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Eternal Cyclone x13
122832
BD: 4 + 3 + 2 = 9

Party

     ♥   [0,1] Kityuisa | 520/520 HP | 44/52 EN | 10 DMG | 44 MIT | 3 ACC | 1 EVA | 12 BLD | RESTED (-1 EN for two actions) | Relaxed | Multipurpose +1 LD (Stealth, Stealth Detection, Prosperity to one post) | Filling
     ♥   [1,0] Vesuvyan | 530/650 HP | 49/66 EN | 11 DMG | 2 EVA | 0 MIT | 0 ACC | 48 BLD | 1 PRLZ

Rested [1/2 Left]
Multipurpse: Ready

 

Enemies

     ♥  Macetail 1 | 352/550 HP | 120 DMG | 2 ACC | -2 EVA BLEED [1/2 Turns Left]
     ♥  Macetail 2 | 420/550 HP | 120 DMG | 2 ACC | -2 EVA [-130 DMG]