Log Horizon RP [IC]

[Shyluz]

Once Upon a Time, In a Faraway Database...
OOC


Akihabara Stalls

There was once a small, itsy-bitsy guild. They numbered a mere six, and for the longest of times, they only cheerfully made their way in the world. Fighting monsters, drinking, laughing, looting, drifting, raiding, if it was something you knew about, they'd done it before, or were on their way to do it. Of course, this was before the Catastrophe. Before six became five. Before their rise to fame. Before the Hallowguard were the Hallowguard.

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November, 2018
The Hallowguard Cafe

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It was a pleasant, cool autumn afternoon for the five remaining guild members of Hallowguard. Each one was still feeling the aftereffects of the Libra Festival, specifically, Izumura, who for the last day or two, hadn't been able to leave her room in the four story cafe the guild called home. Unfortunately, the 'home' wasn't much to speak of. The guild had nearly been bankrupted purchasing the building, and the personal coffers had been emptied during the Festival. Needless to say, dark times awaited the five.

Initially, the Hallowguard had six members, but, several months ago, the catastrophe struck, sucking all online players into the realm of Elder Tale, leaving the sixth member, Alaef the Scarlet, who was offline at the time in the real world. The rest of the six weren't so lucky. They, now trapped inside the game, wandered about the world, reconnecting with each other and eventually reaching Akiba, where a government had been set up. It was a miracle. Now, a day after the Libra Festival, in which the guild had painfully set up dozens upon dozens of recruitment posters, overcame their ailments in preparation for the arrival of the newbies. With any luck, the guild would grow.

Of course, luck hasn't been their strong suit, now has it?

[The Flame Dawn]

Arashino and Teruo walked down the city street, side by side merrily singing Katyusha, a song they heard while watching Girls Und Panzer together. They loved to song so much they memorized the song. It was a bit of a joke between the two of them since Teruo's boyfriend was somewhere in he real world, unaware of what she was up too.

As they merrily sang as they passed a sign for a cafe guild that was recruiting members. The two of them stopped as they read the sign and hastily decided to join the guild.

With a smile on their face they ran towards the cafe. Hastily opening the door and walking in, looking around to find teh cafe fairly rundown and empty.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea," Teruo said as she looked around.

"I think it's perfect," Arashino replied, a cheerful tone was evident is her voice.

[Hetland 2]

King leaned against the wall as she supported herself and stepped into the Hollowguard Cafe. They'd been friendly with the members of Guilderbeast and in return Guilderbeast often gave them first priority when recruiting for raids. She stumbled The less she had to move the better. There was a significant difference between her avatar's 6'5" frame, and her original body's 5'2" No matter how much she tried she couldn't get used to it and those who had a potion of appearance reset had already used it. She'd attempted to compensate, but even with her skill as a kiter and a tank, she ended up falling to monsters over and over. She couldn't do much. Finally she'd swallowed her pride and contacted them, and they'd given her a place to room, or something, it was hot and sunny outside and she couldn't pay attention. Hell she didn't have her newlywed's apron dress to protect her from the sun. She collapsed into the door and onto the disrepaired floor. "King of the Wasteland, Guilderbeast. You know me right? Why would you call me in the middle of the day? You know I'm a vampire now, right?"

[Shyluz]

King leaned against the wall as she supported herself and stepped into the Hollowguard Cafe. They'd been friendly with the members of Guilderbeast and in return Guilderbeast often gave them first priority when recruiting for raids. She stumbled The less she had to move the better. There was a significant difference between her avatar's 6'5" frame, and her original body's 5'2" No matter how much she tried she couldn't get used to it and those who had a potion of appearance reset had already used it. She'd attempted to compensate, but even with her skill as a kiter and a tank, she ended up falling to monsters over and over. She couldn't do much. Finally she'd swallowed her pride and contacted them, and they'd given her a place to room, or something, it was hot and sunny outside and she couldn't pay attention. Hell she didn't have her newlywed's apron dress to protect her from the sun. She collapsed into the door and onto the disrepaired floor. "King of the Wasteland, Guilderbeast. You know me right? Why would you call me in the middle of the day? You know I'm a vampire now, right?"

Izumura wasn't exactly herself, and she looked more like a vampire than the King. She emerged from the shadows, dressed in casual clothing, and grasped the taller avatar's shoulders and placed a finger on her lips. "Sssh. Don't shout." Izumura said, gesturing for the three new arrivals to come in. Before her was a kotatsu. She gestured for the newcomers to take a seat. She turned to King, her strange eyes that seemed to have a white spiral leading to the pupil staring desperately. "Good to see you King, could you slap me please? I'm hungover."

[The Flame Dawn]

Arashino and Teruo nodded as they took seats next to each other.

"Well if you need a hand with the kitchen I'm a decent chef," Teruo said with a grin on her face.

"And I'm a decent musician," Arashino added, a grin on her face as well.

"So what sort of pay are we looking at," they said in unison, their faces gleaming with joy and hyper activity.

[Hetland 2]

Izumura wasn't exactly herself, and she looked more like a vampire than the King. She emerged from the shadows, dressed in casual clothing, and grasped the taller avatar's shoulders and placed a finger on her lips. "Sssh. Don't shout." Izumura said, gesturing for the three new arrivals to come in. Before her was a kotatsu. She gestured for the newcomers to take a seat. She turned to King, her strange eyes that seemed to have a white spiral leading to the pupil staring desperately. "Good to see you King, could you slap me please? I'm hungover."

King sighed. working to stand up and delivering a slap to her cheek with an outstretched hand. She managed to slip past and got out of the sun and sighed and slid down to the floor, sighing happily. "God, than whatever for shade. The combination of this body and the sun makes it impossible for me to make it to the bank for my newlywed's apron dress... I can't go hunting 'cause I keep slipping with this body and dying and worse of all the sun is so bright and hot... Izamura... I'm thirsty and hungry... I wanna go home..."
She lounged on the floor and relishing the way the cool moss felt on her back. She'd unequipped her gear during the day. So she was just wearing a white tanktop and a knee length skirt.

[Shyluz]

King sighed. working to stand up and delivering a slap to her cheek with an outstretched hand. She managed to slip past and got out of the sun and sighed and slid down to the floor, sighing happily. "God, than whatever for shade. The combination of this body and the sun makes it impossible for me to make it to the bank for my newlywed's apron dress... I can't go hunting 'cause I keep slipping with this body and dying and worse of all the sun is so bright and hot... Izamura... I'm thirsty and hungry... I wanna go home..."
She lounged on the floor and relishing the way the cool moss felt on her back. She'd unequipped her gear during the day. So she was just wearing a white tanktop and a knee length skirt.

With the slap, Izumura woke. She seemed infinitely more alert and awake than before. "Alright, I'm Izumura, level ninety assassin and one of the founders of the Hallowguard. This right here is--" She grabbed King of the Wasteland, "King of the Wasteland and longtime friend of the guild, and she's going to be joining up today as well. Right?" She said, smiling thinly at King.

[The Flame Dawn]

"I'm Arashino, a level 73 bard," Arashino said with a smile on her face, "it's a pleasure to meet you, I would love to join your guild."

"I'm Teruo, a level 23 Summoner," Teruo added, with a similar smile on her face, "it's nice to meet even more people I can say are better than my older brother- erm, I mean sister."

Arashino let out a laugh as she laced her arm over her younger sister's shoulder.

"Ya know how everyone doesn't usually play as their own gender," Arashino said in a joking and light tone, "well I'm one of those people who play as the opposite gender."

[New Finnish Republic]

"Now wait Mr. Piggy, let's talk about this. I swear, I didn't mean to shoot your friend. It was all a misunder-"

It seemed like Hawk's words weren't enough to calm the beast down, as the massive Imperial Forest Boar charged straight at him. He managed to roll out of the way, which resulted in the beast plowing headfirst into a nearby tree. The blow must have stunned the boar, causing it to plop down on its stomach. Although the beast was only a level 60, he was having difficulty with taking the beast down. Hawk prepared another arrow hoping to finish off the monster. Damn thing, your hide better be worth that 5,000 gold. Now just stay still and I'll put an arrow right up your as- Before he was able to finish his thought, the beast suddenly turned around and once again charged at him. It was now or never. With a tremendous roar, he yelled out his favorite skill.

"Assassinate!"

Letting his arrow fly, the single arrow became a barrage of several streaks of light as they raced towards his target. A bright flash erupted, and a series of bubble-like orbs began to fly towards the sky, confirming the death of the monster. Although exhausted, Hawk managed to let out a victory cry. The thing's finally dead. Time to collect my reward I suppose. I wonder if I can find a chef in Akihabara that knows how to make bacon...

Later...

Hawk had just dropped of his reward money at the Bank when he noticed the recruitment poster pinned up against a nearby wall. Walking up closer to study in further, he saw the name of the guild located on the top of the poster. Hallowguard? What kind of name is that? Granted, I suppose it's better than what most of my American friends would've thought of...Maybe I should check it out. I've been craving to find a guild to raid with, and it wouldn't hurt to at least check them out.

Following the directions provided by the poster, Hawk eventually made his way to a 4 story cafe building. He looked at the status of the building to confirm that he'd found the right one. Seeing it listed as property of Hallowguard, Hawk began to make his way into the building. Entering into what appeared to be a living room, he noticed several people already there who looked like they were already midway through their conversations. He waited until they noticed him. As soon as they did, Hawk tried his best to put on a smile and crack a joke.

"Er, hi. Name's Night Hawk, but feel free to call me Hawk. Level 72 Assassin who prefers the bow over the blade. Charming, handsome, and everything else you could hope to find in a man. So, um...what's up?"

[Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos]

Kano walked through the woods near Akihabara with his axe resting on his shoulder, a sigh escaping his lips as he moved through the foliage. Glancing around lazily he found the same thing that had occupied his sights for the past hour. Trees, bushes, birds, and more trees. The sounds of a small trading group consisting of People of the Land could be heard faintly, but they were out of sight. Kano had been following them at this distance since they left the city to little avail.

I swear, if these guys don't spring their trap soon I'm abandoning this job and riding back to Akihabara for a new one. he thought as he swatted some flies away from his face. The monotony continued for another ten minutes before he perked up, the sounds of weapons clashing rising over the hills. A malicious smile of someone who enjoyed battle came to his face as he took his axe off his shoulder and gripped it with both hands. "Show time." With a roar he ran forward and crested over the hill to find four Adventurers around level 40 attacking the small caravan. The few Adventurers that had been with the group were already low and fleeing, obviously under leveled and caught off guard by the sudden violence. Their attackers were in far better shape, the only one of them to have actually taken any form of damage being the Monk that was acting as a tank for the group. The Monk was about to end one of the caravan members when he suddenly looked up at the source of Kano's yelling, a look of confusion crossing his face. It was quickly wiped off when Kano's axe plunged into the man's shoulder, quickly depleting a good portion of the lower leveled player's health. After this the Monk quickly sprang into action though, jumping back just in time to dodge a surprisingly quick followup stroke. The adventurer's brow furrowed as he saw how much damage he had taken and the level of his opponent, but smiled as he realized this man was on his own.

"All alone, eh?" he said with a cocky smile as the healer got to work on him, "Not gonna last long like that."

Kano gave a smile of his own, this one more malicious and blood thirsty, "Oh I think I'll be fine. Anchor Howl!" He yelled as the ambushers were binded to him. The smile faltered slightly on the Monks face at this, disturbed by the man's confidence and how he was forcing them to stay and fight. His doubtful look was quickly replaced with a glare and he charged forward with a yell though, intent on ending his opponent. Meanwhile the Swashbuckler of the group moved around to continue grabbing supplies from the caravan, making sure not to trigger Anchor Howl in doing so. As the Monk approached, Kano only smiled wider. The idiot was charging someone almost double his level head on without any support besides a Cleric healing him. It was almost too easy. Kano waited for the Monk to be in a full on charge, then sides stepped right as he lunged forward. The two were so close that it would be hard to fire an arrow between the two as the Monk flew past him. A look of shock was clear on his face as he passed Kano, immediately having it wiped away when his stomach was smashed into by an uppercut from Kano's axe. "Onslaught!" roared Kano as he used his Secret Class ability. The Monk flew through the air and landed with a loud thud as his health depleted from a 80 to 30% in the one brutal attack. The Cleric tried to save him, but Kano was on top of him with a downward stroke that blasted the last of his health away before any real healing could be done, the strike aided by Onslaught's after effect.

One down, three to go, thought Kano as he turned with a grin to the Swashbuckler and Assassin that were watching him with obvious fear. Kano raised his axe and charged forward with a yell, missing his swings but successfully dispersing the pair. The two recovered and launched their own assault, using their mobility to jump in and hit him once before hopping out of his axe's deadly arc. Kano only managed to nick them for a bit of health and eventually tired of their antics. "Heavy Anchor!" he yelled as he turned to the Swashbuckler, forcing him to hold position at close range. Once again the Cleric tried to help, but it was to no avail. A few hits form his powerful axe and a Cross Slash made short work of the now stationary player and soon Kano's attention switched to the Assassin. At this point the efforts of the Swashbuckler and Assassin to damage him had been largely mitigated by the health abortion on Kano's axe and he still sat at a healthy 80% after killing two people.

Terror filled the Assassin's eyes as she took a step back from the approaching Guardian, not daring to go further with Anchor Howl active. "J-just take the caravan! We don't want it anymore!" she yelled in an attempt to ward off the certain fate of her and her Cleric counterpart, clearly misunderstanding his intentions.

"The Caravan?" replied Kano with a bemused smile, "I'm not here for that. Look at the subclass lady, I'm a hitman, and you manage to piss off someone bad enough that they were willing to pay a pretty penny to see you sent to the Cathedral." A flash of confusion was quickly replaced by recognition, then anger.

"You'll pay for this!" she spat as the he raised the axe over his head.

"No, I don't think I will."

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Kano walked the streets of Akihabara with a whistle, taking in the sights of what remained of the festival. After finishing off the last of the ambush party and heading back to the city he had met with his employers to receive payment for fulfilling his contract. He had then deposited the nice sum of money and then headed out to look for a new job. Being one of the few who perused his line of work, Kano had gained a small reputation for his actions. Many looked down upon him for his subclass, seeing him as a filthy PKer, which he was in a way. He actually embraced the reputation to an extent, not really minding the dirty looks and enjoying the sense of tension and fear surrounding him. What many didn't realize though was that he followed his own little code. PKing was out if he wasn't killing other PKers, anything involving killing people of the land was out, but everything else went.

As he moved through the city, he found a discarded flyer for some new guild. Looking it over it seemed that they needed members. While he wasn't one for Guilds, he didn't have anything better to do with his time and there was always a chance to make some money in this. Kano took his time making it over to the cafe, only to find a woman smacking another in the rundown building. After raising an eyebrow, he surveyed the building.

"Looks like you could use some renovations," he said with an eyebrow raised as he surveyed the room, obviously unimpressed. "I'm Kano, level 80 Guardian with some tricks up my sleeve. Level 50 Hitman Subclass too." When Hawk entered the conversation he simply rolled his eyes. "Can it pretty boy, I'm not here for dating options."

[Hetland 2]

With the slap, Izumura woke. She seemed infinitely more alert and awake than before. "Alright, I'm Izumura, level ninety assassin and one of the founders of the Hallowguard. This right here is--" She grabbed King of the Wasteland, "King of the Wasteland and longtime friend of the guild, and she's going to be joining up today as well. Right?" She said, smiling thinly at King.

King raised an eyebrow, "You sneaky bitch. That's why you messaged me in the middle of the day." She playfully kicked Izumura in the shin. She donned her gear from her magic bag. "I suppose yes, I'm King of the Wasteland, Level 69 Guardian, though I really prefer just to be called King,And," She flicked through her friendlist. No one from Guilderbeast was on the Yamato server. She sighed sadly, "Guess I'm a member of Hallowguard and one of the heads of Guilderbeast. Pleasure to meet you." She opened her mouth and started bit down on Izumura's neck, after a few gulps of blood, she released and exhaled happily. "You're blood always tastes the best." She slumped back down, leaning playfully against her. "Neeeehhhh, Can one of you walk me down to the bank? I wanna get something for the sun and-" She stretched herself Something binged in her screen. The potion of appearance reset she'd been desperately looking for had come up in an auction and one of her friends and bought it for her and had left it for her at the bank. She squealed in delight and bolted towards the door, before getting hit with a full dose of sunlight, causing her to fall down exhausted. "Noooo... why can't it be night time!"

[The GAmeTopians]

Dragon Plate Megumi hammered in the last of the posters, on a tree not too far from the café. Slipping the hammer and nails into her magic bag, she turned back in the direction of the café. Her sword hung at her side, the ancient enchantments swirling as the sword swung with her hip. The ancient shield rested on Megumi's back while she wore her armor; it was her only actual clothing. Attracting a couple stares as she walked through the streets, she ignored them and strode through the café entrance. It was definitely more crowded than normal. She just stood by the door, interested to find out if anyone would recognize Level 91 Dragon Plate Megumi.

[Wolfenium]

*Crumple*

'How long has it been?' This was a question few dared to ask these days. Five months had already passed since the Catastrophe (known by Landers as the Third World Fraction), and not a single answer had reached the Adventurers of Elder Tales thus far. It was not due to any lack of effort on their part - some had indeed tried to find a way back through knowledge of the game. But too much was simply beyond the comprehension of the avatars now trapped within the world of Theldesia, with no clue if anyone even noticed they were gone. Much more, the game world they had known so long was no longer just a set of codes written into a program. It seemed too real to just be the case, especially with regards to the Landers. On their part, the Adventurers were not just walking monster grinders to them. They were real people with personalities, and shockingly knowledgeable and literate. Already, the Lander nobles of Eastal had recognized that they could no longer just taunt the Adventurers to do their bidding. Fortunately for them, the Adventurers of Akiba, now rallied around a functioning government known as the Round Table Conference, had no intention of abusing their disproportionate strength just to gain some benefits from them.

But even as some form of normalcy had returned since the dark, early days of the disaster, some still found it hard to ignore the circumstances they were in. The fact remained that Theldesia was not their home, real or not, and everything that had happened thus far merely served to distract them while a solution was being found. It was impossible just to hope for rescue if they had no idea what was going on on Earth, but it was also troubling not to have any answers. Helplessness was just another disaster away from showing up from the back of their minds.

Standing in the midst of the bustling town market, a single, blue-haired elf clasped on to the crumpled recruitment pamphlet like a ball as she observed the shopping Landers and Adventurers in silence. Draped in a long, green elven coat exposing her midriff and tights, with a steel bow and quiver, the character would not have looked out of place in any roleplaying game, let alone Elder Tales. But this was no longer a game. She was in a real, living world. She hated to consider it as such, whether claiming it to be an illusion or just a really bad dream, but Shizuka was now that girl, the wandering elven ranger working to perfect her craft at creating frightening steel weapons for her own use. It felt stifling, not unlike wearing a costume at a play at its first performance. She could no longer tell for sure if she was still the player controlling the avatar from her PC, or the avatar she painstakingly tailored herself.

"Warm..." she grumbled with a cringe, adjusting her collar despite the cool autumn weather. She was already starting to feel nervous in the crowd, and while the interface(?) showed clearly who was an Adventurer or Lander, it had become increasingly hard for her to tell them apart. They were all real people now, not just the players themselves. Tightening her grasp on the pamphlet, Siopi was starting to feel 'her player's' anxiety, and she felt very sick.

”お姉ちゃん、もう元気ですか？(Sister, are you still ok?)”

Gasping suddenly at the voice, the jumpy elf instinctively covered her mouth at the yelp. Stepping into her view, a young, pinked haired monk in sakura-themed robes and hair decal greeted her with wide eyed awe. She was easily half a head shorter, with an apparent age dwarfed by Siopi by a couple of years. But the assassin knew that was even far from the case. Outside their avatars, she would have easily been a head or two taller than her. She would know. The doe-eyed nun was her sister.

"Eh," she merely muttered, her eyes shifting away as she lowered her hand, her voice dropping by a few tones, "I'm fine. I'm not good with crowds. Let's just get our supplies before setting out. Did you find the tannery I pointed out-"

"We're still going out again," went the young girl in disappointment, pouting a bit at Siopi's instructions, "we hardly ever stay in Akiba at all. You didn't even stay to celebrate after the Goblin King raid. It's not like anyone's here to tell us what to do."

"I'm your sister, Momo," the elf uttered sternly with a straight face, "I don't want to see you get hurt. There's a lot of dangerous characters playing the ga-... a lot of dangerous characters walking around. It's better to stay with me."

This was someone she could not fake her online persona to. Living under the same roof, Momo knew her better than anyone that ever partied with her. She was the only factor in her character's life story she had trouble writing in. In fact, how could she roleplay as anyone in front of a person who knew exactly what she looked like behind the screen.

"Mh..." muttered the young girl, tapping her boots as she bowed her head over the chastising. Noticing the crunched-up pamphlet, the newbie quickly glowered as she seized the paper from her hand. Looking over, she squealed, "uwah! You're looking for a guild too? That's great~! There were posters plastered all over town for this. Maybe we should check it out!"

Siopi merely buttoned up her lower lip, her anxiety acting up again. She never liked guilds, and while she herself had been part of several since her time in Elder Tales, she never spent too long on them. She always felt distant from the community, and often found guild activities rather 'dull'. She felt more at ease when she was alone in a solo grind. She did not particularly enjoy working with others at any length.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Siopi rejected, feeling discomforted at the thought, "we don't know if they're one of those exploitative guilds. I don't want you to-"

"Don't be scared, Big Sister," Momo insistently replied, yanking her hand as she began to pull her along, "we won't know unless we ask. I've never been in a raid or anything before. Might be fun~!"

"But," the elf tried to retort, feeling the weight of her hand tug her against her will. But the child seemed adamant this time, her curiosity egging her on to see. On her part, Siopi felt reluctant to disappoint her again. After everything that had happened, she was thankful she stopped sobbing over their predicament. However nuanced her own reaction was, Siopi herself admittedly felt lost when she first awoke in Elder Tales, and only the need to keep her traumatized stepsister from falling apart kept her mind off it, at least enough not to show those worries. Now, she felt a strange ennui having to turn the very leisure she took for granted as an actual living. She had to, to any extent. It was not as if they had anything left to do as actual Adventurers.

Dragon Plate Megumi hammered in the last of the posters, on a tree not too far from the café. Slipping the hammer and nails into her magic bag, she turned back in the direction of the café. Her sword hung at her side, the ancient enchantments swirling as the sword swung with her hip. The ancient shield rested on Megumi's back while she wore her armor; it was her only actual clothing. Attracting a couple stares as she walked through the streets, she ignored them and strode through the café entrance. It was definitely more crowded than normal. She just stood by the door, interested to find out if anyone would recognize Level 91 Dragon Plate Megumi.

"お姉ちゃん、" the newbie monk suddenly chimed to the scantly clad lady, holding up the crumpled pamphlet as Siopi was dragged along in tow, "which way to the guild hall, please? You were nailing a poster like this one on that tree. Are you from the guild?"

They sounded like silly questions, expected for someone much younger than Momo's true age. But her underdeveloped appearance and innocent voice played to her naive persona, a real concern for Siopi. One glance from the elf was enough to twist her head away in an unnerved look. The guardian was easily twice her level, with top-class loot intimidating enough to look like bad news.

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• お姉ちゃん (Japanese: Onee-chan) - Big Sister

[The Templar High Council]

"So what sort of pay are we looking at," they said in unison, their faces gleaming with joy and hyper activity.

"We're not paying you jack!" Growled an angry male voice from above. Stepping down from the staircase in the back of the first floor, a dark-haired young man wearing blue-green robes that fell down around his knees appeared with an angry scowl. "Jeez, you think we have the money to— WAAH!"

The latest thing heard from the man was a few THUMPs and a solid THUD, from his impact with the ground. "Damn... moving in this world still doesn't feel right..." Kito stood and dusted himself off. He was around six feet tall, with a staff strapped to his back and a bag tucked under his arm. Tied to the bag was a book, a magical grimoire that Kito spent a long time obtaining. He sauntered up to the bar and looked out over the front room. It wasn't particularly big, especially since the guild hadn't gotten to moving the old furniture out. They had only moved in upstairs, and it was still quite a mess up there.

"Wait, Izu, you actually went through with that recruiting BS? Ugh, you know that attracts noobs!" Kito let his chin drop to the bar as he looked at the strangers in his new home. "Some of them look like fecking kids..."

[Shyluz]

Rubbing her neck awkwardly, Izumura watched as Kito tumbled down the stairs after mocking the rookies. "Well, as you can see the guild's financial state isn't exactly good." She gave a dejected sigh as Megumi entered. "So, the shit who just fell down the stairs is Kito, our resident sorcerer, the lady in the doorway is 'Dragon Plate' Megumi, and I'd be, as you already know, Izumura. Most people just call me Izu." She eyed the recruits. "Now, pay won't be very good at first. Most funds will be sunk into fixing up the Cafe. After that, the loot will be split equally amongst all members and the guild's treasury. We'll also offer free mentoring, tips and such." She turned to one of the twins. "You said you were a chef?"

[The Flame Dawn]

"Well I'll have you know that I'm not a kid, and even though I'm so low leveled I can totally beat the crap out of her, it's not that hard to-" Teruo said as she pointed towards Arashino, the bard. She was stopped mid sentence by the Bard, who hit her on the back of the head, an annoyed look on her face.

"We're sorry for asking such a self centered question," Arashino said as her younger sister reached behind her head to make sure there wasn't a bump, "it was very rude of us."

Rubbing her neck awkwardly, Izumura watched as Kito tumbled down the stairs after mocking the rookies. "Well, as you can see the guild's financial state isn't exactly good." She gave a dejected sigh as Megumi entered. "So, the shit who just fell down the stairs is Kito, our resident sorcerer, the lady in the doorway is 'Dragon Plate' Megumi, and I'd be, as you already know, Izumura. Most people just call me Izu." She eyed the recruits. "Now, pay won't be very good at first. Most funds will be sunk into fixing up the Cafe. After that, the loot will be split equally amongst all members and the guild's treasury. We'll also offer free mentoring, tips and such." She turned to one of the twins. "You said you were a chef?"

Teruo looked up at Izu with a confused look on her face.

"Yeah, I'm a chef," she said with renewed energy.

[Saskisdi]

Ardux blinks out of the way of a vine shot at him. "Shit!" he exclaims as he gets hit with another, "Nick, do something!" Johann looks around frantically. "T-thorn Bind Hostage!" he shouts, stuttering. Spiked vines appear below their opponent, a gargantuan Triffid, encapsulating it. With it bound, Ardux makes his final strike. "SINGULARITY!" A massive black hole appears behind the homicidal plant, and explosions resonate throughout the forest as each vine breaks from the force. When the final vine explodes, the Triffid vanishes in a massive burst of color, leaving several items behind. "Nice!" Ardux says as he high-fives Johann. They walk over and collect their loot. "Oh come on," Ardux sighs, "Just copper?" Johann shrugs. "It wouldn't be all that difficult if we actually had some defense." Johann walks over and pokes Ardux's arm. "I mean look at this!" Ardux's HP decreases slightly with every poke. "Yeah, yeah, I know," Ardux says, slapping Johann's hand away. He looks towards Akihabara. "We should probably head back into town." Johann doesn't complain as they walk towards and through the front gates. The noise level suddenly changes as they walk through, with Landers selling adventurers their wares, and people just all-around communicating. They walk through the town, when suddenly the Guards descend from the sky. They settle above a small fight brewing, and send the aggressors to jail. Well, all except for one, who attempts to escape and is instantly sent to the Cathedral. The two just keep walking, and eventually come across what appears to have once been a coffee shop, now pulsing with light inside. A small sign on the door says "Now Recruiting", which catches their eye. Johann nudges Ardux. "You know," he says, "if we joined a guild, we might actually be able to do something." "Why do we need t-" Ardux begins his sentence, but before he can finish Johann runs inside. "Goddammit," he mutters as he follows his little brother indoors.

[Serah]

Yato was more than happy, if anything, she transcended the meaning of happy.
As soon as she realized she was in her character's body, she screamed in happiness.
And even after so much time spent, she was still just as happy, at least, she wasn't so bothered by the new change, since she made her character just about as tall and wide as she was, and even in Noragami, she thought Yato was about the same height she was.

Shino was quite tall for a girl and quite athletic so ending up with a man's body wasn't so bad if she thought about it, and if anything, she could recreate the clothes Yato wore in the work, although she couldn't mimic his skill due to her preference with the bow.

Right now, Yato ran around the stalls, searching for something to eventually do, after all, Kannagis, especially those high level like her were highly demanded because they could tone down the pain inflicted by monsters with their barriers, thankfully, her main barrier, Purification barrier, just became intermediate after she bought the scroll needed because she suddenly felt like she needed one.
In fact, she bought it by accident when she was trying to buy some furniture to sew her casual Yato costume, she just thought it would be useful to her, so she used it.

Then, upon looking around, the she now turned he found a poster saying a guild recruited.
He thought about it for a few seconds and memorized the address to immediately go there, after all, every quest she did at this level needed a huge group, and as she was never a people person, she thought she would change it.

"Let's go!"

She then proceeded to look at her map to see where the address told to go exactly and used the Leaping Apricot technique to fly ten meters upon ten meters into the air until she could find it by looking over the city bustling with people.

"Ritual of the Tensoukuhou!" She suddenly shouted as her ankle grew wings.
Shortly after landing, she used the Leaping apricot technique again to boost herself and started running towards her destination.

Passing a lot of buildings, after a few minutes, she found the building and entered, time knocking off her movement speed increase, which was a good thing in itself, otherwise she would have ran into the door with astounding force.

"Is this the place where people recruit members for the guild shown on posters?" he inquired, slightly panting.

[The GAmeTopians]

Megumi smiled at Momo.
"You're standing right in front of ours."
She gestured in the general direction of the official guild hall.
"The official one is that way, the one with the guild bank. Come on in,"
Megumi stepped inside, observing the influx of newbies.

[New Finnish Republic]

Hearing Kano's words only made Hawk chuckle as he made his way over to the man. With a playful punch, Hawk responded, "Oh pardon me, I forget that not everyone here is blessed with amazing looks. Instead, some of us, like you my friend, were destined to have a face that resembles the rear end of Imperial Forest Boar." Grinning, he leaned up against the wall next to him. "Oh, and I'm also a Hunter, level 47. I actually just got back from a little adventure in the forest and bagged myself a massive boar while I was there. Thinking about it now, you two have quite the resemblance. Brothers, perhaps?"

As Hawk kept up his sarcastic teasing, he observed the other members present in the run-down cafe. Looks like most of us are at a fairly high level. The guild founder seems powerful enough, albeit a bit of a mess right now. Same with that Kito guy, although I'd hope in battle he's a little less...clumsy. Hey, wait, did he just say not getting paid. And wait, kid?! Hawk mumbled a few curses under his breath as he listened to the banter between the other members. He also noted the vampire laying face first down at the door, twitching.

Hawk sighed. Why in God's name did anyone think Vampire was a good subclass? Walking over to her, he nervously held his cloak out to where it provided a little shade.

"Er, ma'am, are you alright?"

[Shyluz]

"Thank god." Izu said, a look of relief dancing across her face as the boy answered. "You cook, it's cheaper than buying Crescent Burgers. We have a kinda-maybe-functioning kitchen a few rooms down." She continued, gesturing down a hallway. "So... yeah. Find your respective mentor, and then they'll explain the rest. I'm an assassin, Kito's a summoner, Meg's a guardian, and we have a few others around. Feel free to explore." With that, Izu stood up from the kotatsu.

[The Flame Dawn]

"But I wasn't given a mentor... and what should I cook!? I wasn't told what ingredients we have or what people like to eat," Teruo said in a confused and slightly panicked tone as she was guided towards the hallway. She shyly walked down the hallway, looking into each room that she saw in an attempt at finding the kitchen.

As she passed a few doors she finally found the kitchen. As she looked around she found it in a state disrepair but tehre was still some food and pots that seemed clean enough to cook in.

"Summon Servant, Skeleton," she said as she lifted her staff, 2 skeletons burst out of the concrete floor both were wearing helmets of rotted leather and reaked of death, there were still bits of rotting flesh still stuck to their blackened bones.

"Alright, I want you get get a pot filled with water and I want you to get a fire ready," she pointed to each skeleton as they blankly nodded and got to work, one grabbed some various burnable objects into the firepit against the wall, Teruo swore that she saw a blanket in the mix of burnables, and the other skeleton brought a large pot filled two thirds of the way with water in it and placed it above the fire.

She had spent her freetime looking through the various foodstuffs and decided on making fish chowder. She wrote on a piece of paper and handed it to a skeleton, which she motioned to walk over to the area where the others were. It read...

Can one of you guys go and get some fish for me? I'd like a nice white fish though any should do. I'm making fish chowder!

She started to toss various foodstuff into the pot as it began to boil, stirring from time to time. The other skeleton idly walked around, occasionally bumping into something. There were two noticeable holes in the floor as well.

[Rupudska]

Goro was in a bit of a funk. That post-celebration funk. She didn't want to go goblin-stomping just yet (not so soon after the festival and that weirdo merchant noble had nearly screwed everything up). But she also wanted to do something.

"Maybe I should try to join that Log Horizon guild... I'm level 80 after all, I'm sure they wouldn't mind having me... but then they're really active on the political scene here, and I don't really wa-"

Her thoughts (and sentences) were swiftly interrupted by a poster flying into her face. A guild recruitment poster. Hallowguard's, in fact.

Hmm... small, irrelevant, open to all, and nearby. Sounds perfect.

She walked over to the guild building and prepared to knock on the door, only to find that there was no door. Someone had decided making a dynamic entry was a good idea.

"Hello? I believe this guild is accepting new members, yes? You wouldn't say no to a level 80 Samurai, yes?"

[Saskisdi]

Johann bursts through the doors, and Ardux follows him. "Uh, hi?" Ardux asks, unsure, "We heard you were looking for new guild members?" He rubs the back of his neck nervously.

[Videssos]

As the throng of Akihabara went about their daily lives, merchants sold their wares, and bands of adventurers filled the air with a constant chatter, one particular figure drew to a halt, a slight frown emerging upon his young, feminine visage. Paracelsus blinked, his purple gaze sleepily roving over his surroundings, before a cute yawn sounded from his lips. Navigating his way towards the Hallowguard Cafe was proving to be a troublesome endeavour, it seemed. The thirteen year old sorcerer would have much preferred to avoid going about in such a busy, complicated place, but he knew that to get to this Hallowguard guild, it was necessary.

Their offer, for some reason, seemed more compelling than the typical recruitment strategies he'd seen from some of the bigger, more generic guilds. It didn't help, that he sort of needed a small-ish yet experienced guild to join, for several reasons, even though he usually kept to himself. That was something which had become increasingly a liability, both when it came to going on quests and stuff like that, as well as when it came to generally gathering money, gear and artifacts, and avoiding annoying PKers who kept underestimating him. Not to mention some of the weirder people. Carrying on, seemingly over-sized serpent-bedecked staff in his right hand, the blue-haired trap attempted, with some difficulty, and a little harassment from random strangers, to reach the guild. Half an hour later, and he finally came across some signs that spelt out "Hallowguard". A cafe lay along the side of the street, a reasonably sized structure from the looks of it. This is it, then? Hmm...

Paracelsus neared, hovering near the door in the wake of a woman who had arrived just before him, as well as a guy who named himself Ardux. "Eto..." he murmured, slipping in lithely behind the self-stated Samurai, his quiet voice sounding a vague and distracted, "Can I join, too? " He paused momentarily, remembering suddenly that the aforementioned woman had also stated her level and class. "I'm... a level 73 Sorcerer, by the way..."