[PP - F2] Room For Trade [Demitry (PM for Invite)]

[GlitchDjinn 0]

Glitch sat in an inn watching people filter in to make reservations and then leave afterward to go off to do whatever. If he had to guess, he assumed some of them were out to go tour the city to discover pathways or level up the single profession they were allowed to choose from. It wasn’t often that he saw many get a room and go travel to the Front Lines. He blew the steam from the cup in his hand out of habit, and downed the rest. Warmth spread through his body and rejuvenated his spirits.

The item disappeared in a tiny pixels as the last of it slipped down his throat. He sighed, shoulders sagging and a pleased smile on his face. It was strange how the NerveGear allowed the senses to become alive. The taste remained on his tongue and reminded him of mint hot chocolate. Not as good as his the ones mother made during the cold winter months, but passable.

His smile faltered at the thought of his mother. Glitch shifted his seating to face the wall, bringing his hands on top of the table. He stared at the wooden surface as he thought of his parents and sister. He had hoped with all he had that his sister was unable to start the game. She was far too young to be locked into this world. Glitch recalled promising to play with her, but it didn’t seem possible now. He leaned over to rest his head on the tables surface. Glitch turned just slightly so that he can go back to watching the people enter and leave the inn.

Glitch walked over to the counter to get a look at the amount of rooms still available. It wasn’t long before he was noticed by the male receptionist.

“Good day! Is there anything I can do for you?†He asked with a smile.

“Are there any rooms free?†Glitch asked shoving his hands to his side to prevent any more picking. He could feel his hands starting to sting and stopped before he managed to somehow rip a nail off. He still held memories of such a thing happening.

"Let me check, one moment please.†Glitch nodded and folded his arms on the counter. His ears picked up some noise, but the receptionist had returned before he was able to see what it was. He waited patiently for the NPC to give an answer.

“I am sorry, but it seems that all our rooms have been filled for today. Please check back in a few hours.†Glitch’s head dropped. He expected as much, but he still had his fingers crossed that by some miracle he'd been lucky.

“You heard the man, no rooms unless you have reservation already.†Glitch sighed, dropping his arms to his side.

[†Demitry Matter †0]

Demitry had been in Urbus once, but not enough to really take a gander at what it had to offer. The night was young and the moon was in its usual place, the cusp of its shining aura tearing through the darkness from the mountainside. The breeze and calm weather unlike the last time he was in Urbus made him lightly smile. His purple hair fell past his shoulders as he walked. It didn't occur to him that Urbus actually offered accessory stands, unfortunately the vendors started to close up. It seemed every time the moon was out the vendors and Npc's alike would run off to their homes. The vivid lanterns he continued to pass reminded him of his old life, it reminded him of his bedside lamp and the picture of his only living relative, his brother. The things he missed were scarce but they still meant something to him. His long sleeved coat ripple in the light breeze as he reached a large statue.

The statue was intricate in design, it towered over him with a little scripture written into the stone platform it stood on. The statue was of a man, well armored and lifting its blade high into the air. Demitry raise his brow in curiosity of what it actually said. Demitry leaned in closer to take a look at the writing. It wasn't anything he had seen before. He stepped away and looked around. The settlement was quiet and few Npc's were roaming the cobblestone walkways. He lifted his arm as he waved down a Npc heading towards him. He wanted to know what the statue said, he had no real reason he was just very intrigued.

"Excuse me sir. This plaque right here do you know what it says, right here." Demitry said as he pointed to the plaque carved into the stone platform. The Npc looked young and had a nice leather bag and a fishing rod in one hand as he leaned in a read.

"The coldest of days and the warmest of nights will not stop us from the darkness that fights. Strong like the rocks over our forefathers the mighty warriors of Urbus are here for the protecting of its citizens. Dedrick Von Dressuer the man you see before you is a memento of his efforts in the great war of Urbus. May the kind hand of his ever golden heart reach you in your travels, and never wait for courage to find you." The fisherman read it with integrity, passion and most of all happily. He tipped his straw hat towards Demitry and went on his way.

A faint noise seemed to grab Demitry's attention after hearing such profound words that were written about the infamous statue he started to leave behind as he walked towards the commotion. The sounds of music and glasses being tapped grew louder as he careened around the corner. Demitry looked back at the tall statue and whispered kind words.

"Thanks Dedrick." He whispered the thoughts of what kind of hero Dedrick was ran through his mind.

He approiached the stone building slowly, the music coming from behind two large wooden doors. Demitry looked up the words, The Urbus Inn were painted on the wooden sign above. Demitry placed his hand on the heavy door as a large man pushed the door open almost sending Demitry on his rump.

"Hey! Watch it!" Demitry shouted as the slobbering drunk laggardly made his way into the streets.

The bright lights from inside filled Demitry with warmth as he stepped inside, mugs were placed everywhere. The sweet sound of the violin to is right forced him to watch the bard at work. He pulled a chair out from underneath the table. Before he sat he looked around making sure it wasn't occupied by anyone else nearby. No one objected as Demitry sat waving the waitress over for a drink..

[GlitchDjinn 0]

Glitch looked at the amount of Col he had and gave a disappointed sigh. Even if he wanted a room he didn’t have enough to get one. He didn’t even have enough to buy a single cheap potion, and that was saying something. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching the performer do what they do best: entertain. He swayed along with each note. He hasn’t stayed to listen to a performer play since he had first starter; staring in wonder as they flipped all over the place or danced around along with the music of others. The image was burned into his memory, amazed at the way they played and moved.

He looked around to see what the other people were doing. Some tables were occupied with NPCs talking to each other, laughing; they blended in with the players that sat around doing the same thing. He watched some younger players try to purchase some mead from a merchant NPC and shook his head at their failure. Along with the calibration, signing up required inputting ones age. He had no doubt that some had lied, but it was obvious that these children (as Glitch calls them) had decided to enter their real ages. Poor souls won’t know the taste of alcohol on their lips. And probably never will if they have to stay here.

He would have been a good soul and allow them to drink while monitoring how they acted and the put them to bed when needed, but there was a lock on the trading of such a drink. So Glitch shook his head at their attempts once more and went to return to his seat. He turned his back on the bard and headed toward his previous spot. He walked with his head high while he passed a table with two obnoxiously loud players. He caught words of promised threats followed by laughter from the others around the table. Glitch examined them out of the corner of his eyes. They were certainly players. They gave off a weird vibe.

Glitch’s eyes shifted to the door as it opened again. A large man fumbled through the door muttering things under his breath. He hurried his steps as the man stumbled his way across the inn and dared not look his way again. The last thing he needed to do was deal with a slob that allowed himself to become so intoxicated he was unable to walk straight. The thought of consuming that much caused his stomach to churn and nausea to bubble up. Glitch made it to his table and stopped when he saw the back of a person with long purple hair.

He looked around at the other tables, not wishing to disturb them, but he was comfortable examining people at that table. It gave a good view of the rest of the inn and did not draw much attention. Glitch walked around and slid silently into the seat kitty-corner of the person. He kept his eyes down to avoid rude staring and leaned against the table, propping his head up with his hand.

He saw a waitress making their way across the inn, an item sat on their tray. Glitch shifted his gaze to the musician that had changed their tune to a more fast-paced song. The next moment there was a commotion and he had to duck to avoid a bottle that dematerialized upon impact with the tables surface. The waitress’ wrist was being held by one of the men he had passed and whatever she had been carrying earlier was no longer seen. Glitch had assumed that the bottle may have been her item, but at the moment he was more concerned with the well-being of the woman.

“Stop that!†Glitch stood up and slammed his palms against the table, forgetting about its other occupant. He felt attention snap to him, the music had stopped, and in that moment he felt a little self-conscience. But now wasn't the time to think about that. There was someone that may be in danger if someone didn't step in. And if Glitch had to be that person, than he would be.

"Huuh? Is there a problem?" One of the other men said rolling his head to stare at Glitch. He noted the heavy bags under the strangers eyes, the flush of his face. He recognized him as the man that had entered the Inn minutes ago and he was sat at the same table as the loud mouths he passed on his way here.

"Yes, there is. I must insist your friend release the nice lady," Glitch said holding his head high, looking down his nose at them. A scoff, some laughs, the guy had let go of the woman and stood in front of Glitch. A faint scent of alcohol rolled off his breath and Glitch covered his nose to shield it from the odor.

"He's telling you, you smell!" The third player barked with laughter. The guy tilted his head to the side and leaned over the table, holding himself up by his arm.

"Your boyfriend is a real handful, keep him on a leash, lady." Glitch became confused and turned to see who he was talking to. The only one at the table was the purple haired man. And it wasn't hard to distinguish this as a fact. Just how much did this guy have.

"Uh," Glitch's voice trailed off not knowing what to say.

[†Demitry Matter †0]

The sweet melody of the music made him place his head down onto the wooden table. The rowdy crowd of the drunken adolescence made him grin as they began to overtake the music. No one appreciated raw talent anymore, Demitry glanced up at the violinist and smiled, she seemed wavered at the junkies efforts to make her stop playing. The doors to the Inn opened and closed constantly as a cold draft came in from the midnight dew. The feathery hat the musician worse made Demitry rethink his apparel situation as he almost laughed. He looked to the counter as the nicely dressed waitress made her way across the bustling room. The red-oak tables sturdy enough to handle the audacious company it held. Mug after mug was being poured and the drunk inhabitants seemed to get louder by the minute.

Demitry wasn't one for the whole loud, rambunctious endeavors that came with drinking. some of the player probably would never get a chance to tip the cup in real life, others too afraid to leave the Inn. The sound of breaking glass could be heard as a glass was flown across the room and vanished on contact. A threatening player clearly unhappy with the service. A loud slam came soon after, Demitry looked to the man that did it. He was confident, or maybe too stupid to realize what he had started. The music came to an abrupt halt, the only thing Demitry was actually enjoying.

The silence made most of the people sink low into their chairs. Demitry looked at the table the player had hit to cause the ruckus in the first place. a large dent left on the edge of it. Strength must have been a stat for this guy, at least that's what Demitry assumed. Demitry listened closely as to avoid any confrontation not needed. The waitress let out a light scream as a drunken idiot held onto her wrist.

"Stop that!" The man that had made the large slam seconds ago proclaimed. The drunks and him began talking as the waitress was free to go. Demitry lightly smiled as his hair hid his face. Stiff and ready to place his head down he heard a chair creak. An intense smell of brandy tickling his nose. The drunk leaned in towards Demitry and mistook him for a girl. His long dark purple hair hung low enough to confuse any drunk moron that would walk in trying to get lucky. Unfortunately for this certain drunk Demitry hated being talked down to, sometimes he would even take people like him out of the bars and scuff them up. Sword Art Online didn't have room for wasted talent, nor witty wise guys that drank their sorrows away without trying to get out.

Demitry snapped up quickly and pushed his chair into the mans throat, his foot tipping the end of the chair and sliding the drunk into the wall with a sadistic grin. The drunk was pinned, little motion coming from his legs as he struggled. He let the chair fall back down onto all fours, the drunk gasping for air. His dark magenta eyes scanned the Inn for anyone else who had a problem, the light talks stopped, the bartender in the distance looking to see what would happen next. Demitry bent down in front of the pathetic player and tapped their shoes.

"My boyfriend? You know what the best thing about drunks are?!" Demitry silenced everyone, his yell confirming his smooth, deep manly voice. The other guys sitting at his table stood up, ready for a fight. "Nothing!"

Demitry looked at the others that stood up, he looked over to the man that started it all after protecting the waitress. The other two drunks rushed over to the guy gasping for air, Demitry spit on the floor and spoke one last time.

"i think its time you two take your boyfriend home, now." Demitry was cold, and callous. He looked at the waitress and waved her over. "As long as your alright dear, I'd really love that drink, yea?" Demitry snatched his seat and placed it next to the bard. He sat down ignoring the baffled expressions on everyone else's face. "How about something calming. Play the eternal Sonata. Demitry said to the bard, as he slammed down a few col onto the stage. He tucked his chair in and went back to listening to the bard play, the first string was struck and music began to play.

Demitry licked his lips, his hand and wrist cracking as his eyes looked down at the table in front of him. The sweet sound of his request resonating throughout the Inn.

[GlitchDjinn 0]

Glitch watched the scene with a stone face. His eyes locked on to the person whom had been seated at his table until the commotion started. He had almost felt bad for dragging him into it. If Glitch had chosen another seat this wouldn’t have had happened. But on the other hand, the violet haired man had proved that he was capable of taking care of himself, he didn’t need someone to stand up for him. He admired that in people. Glitch had to hold himself back from applauding the man’s demonstration of survival, his ability to stand for himself.

Since this hell of a game started he hadn’t witnessed many able to do such a thing. He recalled people looking at one another in fear, worried that the person standing next to them, the one that they had leveled with, were going to turn on them at any moment. But this other person? Glitch didn’t get that feeling off of him. For a moment, watching the drunk getting his air cut off by a simple chair, Glitch thought he felt something dark radiating off the stranger. He nodded his head to the stranger in thanks, taking back his seat. He heaved a breath, his heart settled back to an even pace.

Confrontation always got his heart racing. The adrenaline high made him woozy after it had passed, leaving him feeling cold and a little worn out. Glitch swept his gaze over the faces of the other occupants of the inn. They were whispering amongst themselves, eyes darting between he, the violet haired “saviorâ€, and the three leaving. His eyes stayed on their back until the door closed. One of them had looked over their shoulder, glaring at the player that had managed to him. Glitch watched him slur something to his friend, but couldn’t catch what they were saying with the distance, his poor ability to read lips, and the door close shut.

The music had started up again and gradually the voices went back to full volume. The door opened with players entering and exiting, a number going up the stairs or in the back to get their rest for the night. Others came and dropped things off for some quest they may have been doing or trade with other players. He watched a group stand up and play the scene they had witnessed minutes ago, laughing the whole way, stumbling over one another. Glitch laughed at their theatrics. Standing up, he straightened out his clothes and walked across the inn to step closer to the music and get its full effect. He never was one to listen to such music, but now that he’s had the chance to, he may add it to his collection when he returned home.

The waitress stepped in front of Glitch, blocking his path. He looked down at her patiently. She blushed, fumbling with the edge of her uniform with one hand, holding a tray containing two drinks in the other. Glitch gave her an encouraging grin and she returned it with a small smile.

“I want to thank you and your friend for helping me,†she said casting her eyes to the person in front of the bard. She dropped the cloth and held the tray with both hands. She pushed it into his hands and looked up at him with pink cheeks.

“It’s on me, as thanks… I can’t offer anything else, but I can spare a few Col to repay your kindness. I hope it’s enough…†Glitch shook his head. He quickly opened his mouth when he realized how the gesture could be taken. Her eyes flickered downward, her smile faltering.

“I mean, it’s very kind. But we were only doing the right thing. For such a person to call himself a man do such a thing, it’s barbaric. Any person with a sensible mind wouldn’t have allowed anything to happen.†Glitch said, his voice turned bitter. The waitress gave him a smile and a nod.

“Thank you, I mean. Please enjoy!†She bowed her head and went to go get the drinks for others that had ordered. Glitch smiled and continued his path across the inn’s floor, tray held in both hands. He stood next to the violet haired stranger and cleared his throat. He held out the tray for him to grab one of the drinks.

“The waitress wanted to thank you for helping her; she said that drinks were on her.†Glitch explained, nodding his head to the working girl that went back to delivering drinks.

[†Demitry Matter †0]

The Inn had sparked to life as mere minutes went by. Demitry couldn't think of a better way to relax before going out on a night trip. If he had to he would walk far into the other floors to reach the particular man he was looking for. The lights above gave off a radiant orange glow. Anyone from the far side of town would easily be able to see the bright light in the distance, a sign of refugee to some even. The music was as calming as it was brilliant, without a second thought Demitry gave the performer another tip. The musician finished the great piece of music and leaned down to hear Demitry's next request. Demitry looked up to her and the large feathery hat that came with her.

"Oh no please, its yours take the night off if you want, you did excellent." Demitry said, waving her off the stage. She bowed as she went to pass his table, walking straight for the stairs. She turned back and gave him a light wink, Demitry watched as she seductively marched up the steps. His grin turned to a smile, the thought of an extra activity almost made him rethink the trip. Unfortunately it was necessary. He didn't think of trying Inns for information, what with all the drunks, lying players and unreliable bartenders. His lips grew thirsty as he turned the opposite way and looked up, a large man standing in front of him. Unsure of what he wanted until a tray presented itself.

The mugs were glass, a sharp yellow tint caught his eye, the substance within sending foamy bubbles to the top. he hadn't a beer in a while. The rocky terrain of the second floor could get hot, and on certain days a cold brewski did the trick. Demitry listened as the man spoke, apparently the waitress was giving away free drinks for her safety according to the other player. He continued to stand waiting for Demitry's words. Motioning for the man to sit at his table he stood, grabbing the cold brew from the tray. Lifting the weightless mug to the air as the waitress made her rounds. The sweet smell of the Belgian hops filled his nose. Virtual or not it made him lightly tingle in gratitude. Demitry sat back down as he placed the mug on the table and asked his new interesting friend a question.

"So do you go around saving every damsel in distress or only ones that you can get to?" Demitry came off a bit brooding, but for good reason. The man before him had a sense of honor, Demitry had seen displays of nervous courage before. He had fumbled with words to say when it mattered most. Demitry did care for the theatrics displayed by the man that hopefully would soon share a drink with him. He cared about why he did it. Who was he? What did he want? The most important thing was what kept running through his mind.

What information could I get out of him?

Demitry scanned the man for any concealing weapons unsure if his size was only a disguise for his sharp skill at daggers or something worse. He lifted the mug he couldn't wait to taste virtual beer for the first time. He couldn't wait, and if the other player refused to join him it was his loss. Demitry took a swig as the foam and yellow carbonated goldness reached his throat. A light gulp came as a sound of replenished thirst came from his mouth, placing the mug back down. The red-oak table stained with a tiny splash of ale. He looked around as he realized a few people were still staring from the confrontation he had started. if they wanted a fight Demitry would give it to them, but not in the Inn.

"The taste reminds me of a old beer I once had, called Blue Moon. Tangerine is the trick, care to share a drink?"

Demitry knew the player wasn't sure what to think of him, after everything was said and done Demitry got a bit ruthless. drunk or not there were no excuses for their actions. Demitry peered up at the man waiting for him to do anything, or walk away.

[GlitchDjinn 0]

Glitch shifted his weight from one leg to the other until he saw the invitation to sit. He took a seat across from the stranger, nodding his thanks, and placed the tray on top of the table. He took his drink in hand, moving it to the wooden surface and pushed the tray to the end of it. He took in the appearance of the other man seated across from him. At the moment he didn’t seem to give off the same feeling he had done just minutes ago.

“Don’t mistake me as some knight in shining armor, anything but really.†Glitch laughed, picking at his nails.

“I’d say it’s more of a… protecting who I can when I can; it seemed like she was in need of help, and there didn’t seem like anyone was going to, so I acted without thinking. But you were the hero this time.†He said with a frown, recalling the way the stranger had seemed ready to do away with the drunk without batting an eye. His fingers had trailed up to his neck, not able to imagine what getting his breathing cut off by something. He ran his finger across the skin then forced his hand away. He smiled apologetically to the other player.

Glitch’s eyes followed the strangers upon noticing that they didn’t seem focused on him, but rather around. His face flushed when he saw eyes still looking. He heard the faintest of whispers just by straining his ears a bit. They weren’t unpleasant, but it caused him to feel self-conscious, like he had done something wrong. Glitch bowed his head, sipping the top of his drink, making a face at the taste. He wasn’t much of a drinker. The taste wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t delicious either. He pushed the drink away.

“As much as I’d love to,†Glitch said with smile, “I’m afraid drinking isn’t my thing.†He heaved a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“Would hate for her to waste her money, though…†Glitch’s voice trailed off thinking about how much the drink would have cost. He looked through his col count and his face paled. Not enough to pay her back. Might as well wrote peasant at the top and called it a day. He rubbed his face, leaning his forehead against the wood.

He looked under the table, glancing out the corner of his eye. The waitress was still doing her rounds, serving her drinks. She seemed to have forgotten about the fiasco that had occurred. At least that is what it seemed like to him. But he wasn’t entirely sure. People put on false smiles. Glitch watched for a few more minutes, almost forgetting about the stranger across from him until he looked down and saw the extra pair of legs.

“Ah! I’m sorry, how rude of me,†Glitch said standing up from his seat. He felt eyes drawn to him. Whispers. He ignored them and bowed to the man before him.

“My name’s Glitch, and I apologize for the trouble I may have caused you tonight,†he said, eyes clenched shut, hands balled into fists. It was a careless move he had done. He could never live down the mistake he had made. If he were to call someone out, he should have done it when there was no one at his table. It would have put less stress on everyone, get less people involved. The last thing he wanted to do was be responsible for another’s injuries.

Glitch could not stop worrying about it. The scene played over and over in his head. The different things that could have happened, that could have gone wrong. It caused a headache.

[†Demitry Matter †0]

The stranger seemed to almost question Demitry's invite to the table. The soft whispers through out the Inn made Demitry lightly smirk. He pushed his purple hair to the side as it draped over his shoulder blade. His magenta eyes watched as the man before him sat down. Demitry took another swig as he lifted the mug into the air and threw the glass back. The sweet tart it gave him in his mouth made his forehead wrinkle.

"You do know picking your nails isn't very amusing, as well as a bad habit, not that you wouldn't know."

Demitry ignored his Knight comment, he knew the man before him wasn't close to a hero but he was brave enough to do something and that, to Demitry, is all that mattered. Apparently the stranger wasn't keen on drinking, he pushed his mug away as he took a deep sip. The expression showed it all, and the sigh that came after made Demitry question what was wrong.

"If you wanted a hero, I'm not your guy. That scuffle you witnessed back there, that was nothing. I have my own Agenda. As far as the drinks I can cover it. I wouldn't let her give us free drinks anyway. Seriously though, I'm far from a hero." Demity said.

Tilting back into his chair Demitry let out a light burp. He glanced at the bartender in the distance. He was stocking more bottles of what looked like virtual wine on the shelves above. The stool underneath the old bartender seemed unsafe and wobbly. Demitry let out a sigh, and turned back to the zoned out stranger across the table. Something was bothering the poor fellow. Demitry waited for the man to do something, he seemed tense and unawre of Demitry's presence until he stood fast.

The stranger's name was Glitch, Demitry didn't even think to introduce himself either. He watched as Glitch bowed his head and apologetically so. Glitch seemed to be a better man than Demitry, he had an odd sense of morals, at least from what Demitry could tell. Touching his chest Demitry made a fist and stood. He titled his head to the side as he watched the waitress slip into the back kitchen door. She had been doing her round the whole time until that very moment. Demitry found it odd that in the last few hours it was the first time he saw her enter the kitchen. Introducing himself as he now stood in front of Glitch.

"I'm the rude one I didn't even think to introduce myself either, the name is Demitry. To tell you the truth this is the first Inn I've ben in since I got stuck here." Demitry said, his voice monotone.

He couldn't stop thinking of Zofia, she was still out there and he needed more answers. Glitch seemed concerned about something still. Demitry had to ask, striaght and to the point. Removing his hand from his chest Demitry stepped closer to Glitch, the table spinning as Demitry's hip dug into the red-oak edge.

" I may not know you well enough, but I know people. Tell me Glitch what's wrong? Was it what I did to those drunks? Cause' if that's the case, I apologize as well. I didn't mean to get so rowdy, things are, they're just different now.." Demitry said, his voice slipping into a tiny bit of despair. He plopped his tush on the table and crossed his arms.

The bard that had gone up to get rest was replaced with a new one, music starting to play as this time it was a pianist. The sweet keys let out a nice resonance throughout the Inn. The classic vibe made Demitry feel a bit at home, piano's were his favorite instrument.