Tracian Empire wrote:Charlia wrote:Sage was at the third floor, having found herself a good vantage point from which to watch the people below. She had already approached most of them, and naturally, they had all ditched her after about five seconds.
Then she saw a new person. Someone she hadn't seen before.
A dark-haired boy in gray. She half-closed her eyes, considering--but then he passed below her, and she seized the moment.
She jumped on him.
Dremo was just walking on a road on Aincrad's 3rd Floor, enjoying the scenery, and thinking about something, when suddenly, someone, or something, jumped over him.
Completely caught off guard, the black haired boy fell on the ground, with that person over him. What was it? A red player? Some kind of a joke? Space Nazis? The Assassins?
Extremely confused, the grey coated player tried to reach for his sword with his right hand, when he felt something. What was it? Hmm... he grabbed it with his hand. It was really soft. It felt really nice, but what could it possibly be?
Sage looked at him curiously, pulling the edge of her skirt out of his hand. "Maybe I hit you harder than I thought..." She shrugged, grabbing his hand and hoisting him to his feet.
"Hi! Who are you?"


