You make it puts its paws on the handles and it kicks the ground. It’s really cool and funny to watch. Well, it could go horribly wrong actually. I could die pretty quickly if I’m not careful.
Fashion in the world of Naxis is a vastly different than the real world. It mimics medieval aspects and mixes it with strong, powerful armor - each bit of armor helps a player out in terms of defense. The higher the level of a player, the more options there are out there; if you’re not quite as high of a level, you have a minimal option set. However, every bit counts, even those stupid capes.
Fashion, Ellie decided, was stupid.
Granted, it had been worse back home. Designers cut holes in a sweater and sold it for thousands, and practicality seemed to be the last priority on people's minds. She'd known one girl at her school who seemed to be trying to get away with wearing as little as she could, every day. Once she had to be taken to hospital for hypothermia. Why people couldn't just wear whatever worked best she'd never know. Ellie had gotten by with shirts and jeans, and no-one had cared.
Now she stood in the markets at Swynden, and cursed her luck that she'd managed to come across a dilemma involving fashion of all things. Fighting off a bat that morning, the claws of the stupid creature had ripped part of the tunic she wore. It was the basic starter armor, and not something she'd expected to last for long, but right about now she was considering turning back the way she'd come and making do. But the logical part of her brain disagreed, and so she made her way towards the armour shops and vendors.
Lanterns bobbing in the little alcoves they sat in, cut straight into the rock, made the lighting somewhat sporadic, and there were multiple times she had to push an overexcited NPC away from her as they jumped out of the darkness to sell her something. Ellie started wishing some sort of violent bat boss would rampage through the market, just to get them out of the way for a while.
After half an hour of searching, since apparently JMat had found a way to make the amount of time it took to shop much more realistic, Ellie stopped to lean against a rock wall. So much seemed to be out of her price range, and what she could afford wasn't that much better than what she was already wearing. With a sigh, she pushed herself up, intending to walk back to one of the vendors who had seemed to have the best prices. As she slid past a group of players, a table covered in gaudy fabrics caught her eye.
Turning to have a look, Ellie lifted up a heavy piece. Immediately she could see that they weren't made for fighting- it looked like a long, flowing dress, a strange mix of fantasy style archetypes and medieval costumes. And, on some level, she thought it was beautiful. At that moment, there was nothing more she wanted than to buy it, ignoring all sensibility of how to store it or when she was going to actually use it, but the price quickly dragged her back to earth. It was worth more than everything she was wearing, carrying and using combined, and she replaced it on the table with a hurried smile.
Stepping back out onto the road, a heavy shoulder collided with hers and Ellie fell back, slamming hard into a wall and the dusty ground. Scraping her hair out of her face, she watched and glared as the group of players- all clearly much higher levelled than she was, with strong armour and powerful weapons- strolled past, their callous laughter grating on every nerve she had. Covered in dust, she stood up after a minute, brushing herself off with carefully controlled calm. She paused for a second, before pulling up the hood of her threadbare cloak and following them. Would she be able to take them on? No. But she was good at getting into places, and there wasn't a jar of ants in her pack for no reason. Fixing her clothes could wait.
Seeing as you’re not trying to talk me out of the idea, I feel as if I should try. I mean, I trained a dog how to dance and ride a scooter. How hard could this be?
Except Batman. He’s the embodiment of his own fear. I’d probably terrorize him with my army of bats.
But what if I start with bats then move my way up? Thus creating an army of beast minions I could use for attacks! That’d be amazing! I mean-I know it will never happen, but just think about it! I’d be one hell of a tamer.
A beast army? That's... actually not a bad idea. I'm surprised no-one's thought of taming animals already. Imagine getting up to taming dragons or raptors. You'd be pretty much unstoppable.
If you’re fighting them, you should be careful. They’re tons more dangerous. If you go through the caves of Swynden, you should have a lot of panacea handy. Just in case.
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