Darleen slowly drummed her fingers against her rough wooden desk. The intended purpose was to pass the time and ponder, but unfortunately, it only led to Darleen discovering how sticky the surface was. Well, that did end up eating some time, actually; it meant she had to grab a periwinkle, flower-patterned tea towel, wet it, and scrub fiercely at the stains. Was it maple syrup? Dried sugary soda? Probably a combination of both. Whatever it was, it was gone now, and Darleen truly had nothing else to do. She was back to staring at the log in screen to ‘The World’. Again she drummed her fingers against the desk, successfully this time!
The Inferno event had been fun, short as it was for her group. That was too bad. But now the problem was, it was holding up one of the few people she knew in the game; Damek. Darleen had no idea if he was still caught up in the shenanigans and certainly didn’t want to bother him with a quest request if he was busy fending off vicious demons. She’d distracted the blademaster enough in the coliseum. Thus, she was stuck with the one weakness of her class: its inability to solo, at least at such a low level. The last time she tried it hadn’t gone so well. Admittedly, she also had the disadvantage of trying to show a newb—nay, nub!—how to play, but still. Level three was a little low for a defenceless wavemistress to go wandering around by herself.
The middle-aged woman sighed. This was always her least favourite part about a new MMO. Making new friends. She had enough trouble with that in her real life. Her virtual life was meant to distract from the less wonderful aspects of the real world, such as her lack of social skills. Well, Darleen actually thought she had fantastic social skills—so friendly, so enthusiastic, so chatty! It was everyone else who needed to fix themselves. Either way, it was always hard for her to just walk up to someone, even if that someone was just an avatar made of pixels, and ask to quest. It might seem like it came easy to Fayre to the outside observer; after all, Fayre was exceptionally loud and demanding, but she was only ever comfortable with those qualities when around teammates she knew well, or at least had spent some time questing with.
Well, it was time to bite the bullet and just go for it. Darleen typed in her username and password and waited for Mac Anu to load, all the while telling herself comforting statements. They’d never know who she was in real life, she’d never have to meet them face to face, why should she care about people’s opinions when she doesn’t even know them…her stream of thought was interrupted by the capital city finally appearing on her screen. As usual, Mac Anu was bustling with all sorts of players, from the lowliest level ones to those decked out in rare equipment.
Fayre looked down at her own, not-so-epic gear. Though she sighed at the sight, she was still quite happy with her pretty cream robe. It looked so innocent, yet it had already seen plenty of action and been coated in buckets of blood and unidentifiable goop. Her Water Wand was looking a little worse for wear, though, with its assortment of chips and scratches. She realized she had a tendency to act more like a physical-based class while in the heat of battle. Oh well. At least she had a new stave to replace it with: an Electric Wand, part of her spoils from Inferno. Once it was equipped, Fayre felt confident enough to start searching for a potential party mate.
Though her experience was limited, Fayre was already on the hunt for something new. She’d already quested with a blademaster and a twinblade, and she wondered what other class combinations were out there. She vaguely recalled reading about the other classes when designing her avatar, but she couldn’t quite remember what the others were. She’d probably seen flashes of each during her time in the coliseum, but all that action was rather blurry and confusing. By the end, she had to mostly focus on just staying alive, rather than analyzing her allies.
Fayre set off for the pinnacle of the city’s bridge, figuring it would be a good vantage point for scouting out potential victims—er, team members. She recalled Savior X using some sort of chat channel or something to invite others to join his party, but she had no idea how it was done and had no intention of setting herself up for embarrassment. More than she usually did, anyway.
OOC: This is a quest for just Ferros and Fayre.
