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@thegrcyking-blog
“some days, when i’m feeling down about being stuck here, i just remember... one day, humanity will disappear, just like the dinosaurs. and nature doesn’t care, someone else will just take our place. what happens here, in the big scheme of things... just a tick on the universal clock.”
playermercutio:
“ not a clue. ” mercutio tried to sound sincere, really. he tried. doesn’t mean that that actually happened. especially not with his all too wide grin spread on his face. “ hysterical. that’s all i heard. i’m telling all my prank friends about this! ” what in the world were prank friends you may ask? well, mercutio had no clue either. doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to say it anyways. “ now that’s just cruel, king. ”
king flashed mercutio the finger before just shaking his head. “you’re impossible.” king laughed, and had he been more sober, he might have fought mercutio more on this. unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. he’d let the other man believe what he wanted... for now. “cruel but deserved.”
userstem:
stem’s face breaks out into a big grin when they see king just a few feet ahead of them. “king!” they greet, their mood going from slightly annoyed and anxious to one that’s more relief. with stem living in the town of beginnings and king being in floria, they don’t get to see him too often. which is a shame, because king is one of their oldest friends, being there for stem when they were just starting out: teaching them the basics of magic and foraging in this world, keeping them updated on the comings and goings of guilds and their members, and breaking the news about the… unfortunate fate that’ll happen if you log out. “it’s so good to see you again,” they say, leaning in for a hug.
“oh jesus,” stem continues, facepalming. “yeah, honestly, i wouldn’t be surprised if bong was with queenie. she’s has been running off with different peoples’ cats lately and i have no clue why. it’s driving me crazy.” they lean in, and start dramatically whispering. “i think she’s a lesbian.” they chuckle, shaking their head as they wander around the town, now on the hunt for two animals. “how are you doing?” they ask. “i don’t think i’ve seen you since i started out my apothecary so long ago.”
king smiles and lets the hug happen, mostly because he sort of missed the contact. there weren’t many huggers in velia, he found, and even less that king was close to. so he enjoyed it when he could. king laughed at the mention of bong water being a lesbian. “well, queenie often runs off with luna’s cat. i think they’re already dating. maybe they adopted bong as their child,” he joked right back. “i’ve been good. same old, same old, really. what about you?”
dolfinluvr9:
Apollo brought his bow back to his side and unntoched the arrow. “Are you watching me?” he asked. He didn’t mind it–in fact, he quite enjoyed performing for an audience–but he hadn’t expected one today. Then he grinned. “Oh, we got a Max Level in our midst, huh? Congrats, man.” And he meant it. It was an accomplishment that should be celebrated (and it was a comfort to think he couldn’t accidentally harm this one–that had been a problem before).
He squinted up at the sunlight, the warmth that made this floor tolerable. Then he stared out over the empty lake. His sister should have been here, right next to him, beating his every shot with her own arrows. “I’m looking for the missing Vixens,” he admitted. “Nothing on this floor though. I’ve been searching all day.”
“does it count as watching if i just got here?” he nervously scratched the back of his neck, smiling as he did so. “hey, there’s lots to kill when you’re running around gathering herbs. plus, no exp to share with anyone.” plus, he’d always join up with people who might need a healer, and was often found at the large raids. it all added up, eventually. “i think everyone’s been looking for them. especially all the big guilds.” king, admittedly, hadn’t been looking for them. what would he find that the large guilds couldn’t? he just thought it best to hang back and help if anyone needed it. “i’d think most of the clues would be up at 52, if there’s anything left to find.” he doubted any of the other gamers left the evidence in tact.
level : 52 / status : healing / location : nova.
a month into level fifty-two and olivia was still coming to terms with the change. the neon lights, rain soaked roads, stuffy luminous fog. it was a l m o s t like home. new york. standing out in the open, she stares up at one of the tallest buildings in the city. she wondered what her brother would’ve thought about nova. ‘hate this place, just a shitty copy of the original.’ is probably what he would’ve said. though she knows deep down it would make him feel like her. homesick. with her lips bitten raw from constant overwhelming thoughts and wide yet distant eyes. she stood carelessly in such a new environment. usually she’d hide. run in the alley ways and shuffle across rooftops. but today, she didn’t. in a way, she hoped something would take her out of her sickening haze, flashbacks of her parents, her home, her life. before. her eyes casted down before she felt the presence of someone or something behind her. her fingers slowly drift to the handle of her dagger. waiting for a sign. friend or foe?
it occurred to king that he really hadn’t heard from olivia in a while. looking her up in his friends list, he found that she was on level 52, not too far from where he was. he didn’t have anything else to do, so he figured maybe she could use the company. he put his hands in his pockets as he walked over to her, smiling when he saw her admiring the buildings. “it’s strangely beautiful, isn’t it?”
location: floor 37
In the middle of the vast garden, there laid Apollo with closed eyes, arms behind his head, basking in the sunlight. A flower crown decorated his hair, as well as stray petals due to the wind that would pick up every now and then. On his left sat more flower crowns that he had made over the past few hours due to boredom. He was originally going to nap in the garden, but knew the garden wasn’t always peaceful and decided against it.
As he laid there, he had begun to sing to himself. The words of the songs he had written before being trapped in this world now filled the air around him. Nostalgia washed over his senses as he kept singing, but now a little more quietly. He eventually felt a presence nearby but couldn’t be bothered to see or figure out who it was and if they were there for him or not. So he kept on singing, thinking if they wanted to talk, then they’d talk.
it wasn’t often that king found someone just laying down, singing on floor 37. he looked around to see if there was anyone else around, but finding it was just them... king was a little confused, but also intrigued. the man had to feel safe enough to be this relaxed outside of a safe zone. while the man sang, king walked up to him, not using his stealth to hide his footsteps. he didn’t want to scare the poor guy. when he was close enough, king sat down and picked up one of the flower crowns, admiring it. “what song is that?”
weapon of choice
being a mystic, king specializes in using his staff to cast magic. he does, however, have multiple weapons depending on what he’s needed for.
quarterstaff - this is king’s main weapon, as he has it specialized towards healing magic. this is what he will use when trying to keep people alive. it doesn’t have very good attack stats, so he’ll usually have to rely on someone else to fight if he’s using this.
mage staff - this staff is made for offensive spells, and the top can be used as its own weapon in melee situations. it has minimal healing buffs. he usually uses this when he expects trouble and is off by himself.
potions & elixirs - he puts his alchemy skills to good use, and always has plenty of potions and elixirs in his inventory (or, sometimes, in pouches on his person) to use if needed. naturally, he has multiple types of healing potions and potions to get rid of negative effects like poison. he also has some offensive ones, such as acid, poison, and one that just kind of explodes on impact.
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playermercutio:
“ no, no. finish that thought. i’m at the edge of my seat king. you can’t just leave me hanging like this! ” ah yes, mercutio was only saying all of this to get under king’s skin – to annoy him. this might be his life mission now. annoy king to death. “ ha! so you admit it! that was hysterical and you are laughing your ass off. not because the couch might bite it off if it does have a mouth. ”
king just stuck his tongue out at mercutio. it was very mature and he knew it. “you know exactly where i was going with that.” and he wasn’t going to say it out loud. not now or ever. “i never said it was hysterical! just... a little funny. now that it’s stopped.” which was a huge relief. “i hope the couch-mouth bites you in the ass.”
cupidflys:
❛ not the literal kind, ❜ although that would be pretty cool ( imagine the power of clairvoyance? ) ❛ like, i’m picturing exactly what that couch has seen & let me tell ya’, it’s not pretty — like i’m not planning to sit on it ever again disgusting. ❜ she’s sure the more words she strings together in an act to settle her nerves is just going to cause more CONFUSION ; so instead, her tone takes on a more slower approach. ❛ suuure, a bath sounds nice. ❜ she agrees, brow furrowing together in concern at the sight of his swaying — as long as he didn’t collapse on her watch & seriously injure his health in the process ; her confidence in her own healing skills? pretty much non-existent at this point. ❛ i don’t think their specialty is water, tonight — ❜ and instead of trying to fight the crowd to find it, she turns to her inventory ; grabbing a bottle of water she keeps on hand & stepping forward to offer it to the other player. ❛ but lucky for you, i’m like the official velia fiji water girl. ❜
king couldn’t help but laugh. “have you ever sat on a couch in a real club before? anything in that type of setting,,, has probably been fucked on.” he smiled and folded over his legs to get a stretch in his back. when he saw the woman summon the water, king momentarily forgot that he was in a game and wondered what kind of magic she was doing. and then it hit him. he fought off the anxiety in his chest as he smiled and took the water from her. “i hope you know i’m going to call you the fiji water girl from now on. until forever.” he smiled and took a sip from the water.
userluna:
She rose a brow at that. Interesting. “That’s what I like to hear,” she replied with a grin. At least if she came here, she could actually get good service instead of Radish sassing her for half an hour before he put the necessary enchantments on her weapons. “I’m thinking something to keep it from getting dull. I sharpen it by hand, but that only lasts so long.” Stabbing people tended to do that after a while, especially when she hit bone. “Maybe something to make wounds more fatal. What do you think? I’m not sure how many I should layer on without the enchantments reacting negatively to each other.”
king hummed as he mulled over what he could do for her. he had a mental inventory of what was in the shop, and he figured he had just the thing for luna. “how about this: right now, i can give it enhanced durability and a moderate bleeding effect. i could also do poison, instead.” he offered.
Location: floor 52
Useless conversation. Hand twitch. Utensils being clanged together. She reaches for a knife. A NPC approaches with a basic greeting line. The knife goes in their throat. Erebus was becoming restless and impatient with the company surrounding her in the bar, she wanted information on something that would give her a challenge but none of the NPC’s in this damn place were worth the time. So what do you do with something that’s worthless? You get rid of it. As soon as the knife was jabbed in the masked rogue pulled it back out and stabbed them again in the heart before picking up a fork and throwing it right into the left side face of a NPC who’s coding response kicked in. She went on like this, stabbing and slashing the patrons while getting a rare cut here and there herself until the entire place was littered with unmoving bodies.
With a bored kick to an unconscious head Erebus grabbed a drink from one of her victims and walked over towards the now customer who had just entered the bars door, stopping a few feet away as her distorted voice called out to them in a tired tone. “Monday’s amiright? Care to drink your worries away with me? Could use the company due to the lack of life around here.”
king just needed to relax. he needed a drink, and hopefully, he wouldn’t get too wasted this time (thanks, game master, for coding in hangovers). he wandered around floor 52 until he found a bar that looked like it wouldn’t be too busy or hectic, but when he opened the door, king froze. he looked at the bodies and then up at the figure coming towards him. king defensively grabbed his staff and held it in front of him. “why did you do this?”
Player: dolfinluvr9 & Open
Location: Floor 51
Training had never felt more important. Apollo had lost track of just how long he’d been out there–standing in the middle of what had once been the lake of the last great battle, shooting arrow after arrow after arrow into the target he’d set up. Since the Vixens had disappeared–since his sister had disappeared–Apollo had had nothing on his mind except how to best fight back. How to win–though for the time being, they still didn’t know who they were winning against, and that was infuriating.
A sound of movement behind him, and Apollo spun around, bow and arrow at the ready–only to put it back down again and grin at the approaching figure. “I almost shot you,” he told them. “I didn’t think anyone would be out here anymore.”
king hadn’t been in the front lines during the great battle on floor 51. he’d been near the back, healing as best as he could. they had enough damage dealers, in his opinion, so he worked hard to make sure no one died. it was difficult, and he knew he failed at certain points, but at least he tried. since that day, he hadn’t been back. there had been no need to, and he didn’t want to remember what happened.
he didn’t know what came over him, but he had the need to go and see the lake. or, what was left of it. king didn’t know what to expect when he got there, but he certainly didn’t expect to see apollo training. he looked up at the man’s username and laughed lightly before finding a spot to watch him train. unfortunately, he slipped and alerted the other to his presence. king jokingly held his hands up in surrender, his staff strapped to his back. “to be fair, i’d probably have lived through it.” he was max level and focused on healing; chances were he could heal himself through any damage apollo did, unless he used some ridiculous skill. “neither did i. expected this place to be a ghost town...” he paused. “what’s on your mind, man?”
Player: Stem Location: Floor 1 (near Stem’s apothecary cafe)
It’s a beautiful day on the first floor of Velia, but Stem would appreciate it even more if their pet rabbit hadn’t gone missing sometime this morning. The bright and sunny day means that there’s a more heavier stream of players coming in and ordering more food than potions. Which Stem loves, because they thrive on good vibes and good company, but they’ll be damned if they lose one of their closest companions in this place (it doesn’t help that this rabbit reminds them of their sibling’s rabbit, so they might be a little more devastated than usual if Bong actually got lost.)
“Has anyone seen my rabbit?” they exclaim to anyone who can hear, their anxiety growing by the minute. They’re glad that they have a friend back at the apothecary to look over the place while they’re gone. “She’s white and has brown and black spots and might be prone to biting. And she’s… her name is…” They cringe, berating themselves for being so fucking weird and giving their rabbit the weirdest name ever. Although, maybe that could get the attention of the people in the area. “Her name is Bong Water, she’s round and fat and she likes to eat flowers for some reason.”
it wasn’t too often that king went to visit floor one. he usually avoided it to try and avoid the memories of that first day, when they were told that this was a game to the death. or, until they beat it. so far, it looked like it was just until they all died. sometimes, though - sometimes king needed supplies that were only available on the first floor. well, were easily bought there, at least. he didn’t always have time to go out and hunt for everything himself, especially the common ingredients.
he was sipping on a drink he’d gotten along the way when he heard a familiar voice. king looked around until he spotted stem. he smiled, but as soon as he heard what stem was saying, king’s smile dropped. he quickly looked around him and noticed the lack of a certain cat, too. “uh. stem?” he walked over to the other. “i think queenie is missing, too. you think she found bong water?” he would never get over that name. it was just so... stem.
pl4ytest:
‘ i had meant to, and just never got the chance. ’ he shrugged. the film had come out before he was born, after all.
“well, you should. it’s pretty good, practically a classic.”
cillianfrost:
“Especially in a level as vast as this one, I’m sure a person could find one of anything,” Cillian said with a noncommittal nod. “Likely richer areas. Can’t imagine you’d spend credits on that when the alternative is shelter, armour, and weapons.” He stopped to think for a moment, trying to think of any behaviour he’d seen from NPCs that wasn’t part of a predictable pattern. “I wouldn’t think the programmer would give them the ability intentionally, but maybe a program of this sophistication could… evolve. Can’t say, I’m a human brain guy, not a tech guy. But oh man, if we get NPCs who’ve perfected the imitation game, could pass a Turing test, that’d be freaky since you couldn’t tell if a player is a player.”
“exactly!” king was glad the other man got his point. “there are still probably plenty of players with lower income that just want a night of fun.” it was the one job that spanned across socioeconomic boundaries. at least, that’s what it seemed like to king. “it’s possible it could evolve, especially since there are so many players in here. if the npcs were programmed to adapt, it’s possible we could make them more... human.” he paused, thinking about it. “we’d always be able to tell if it was a player, though. health bars and stuff, remember?”
