Dun Loireag was very pretty when you got down to it. Skies that stay forever blue, clouds forever white, and grass free of ants and pesky bugs that bite.
Dull place.
The rise of a trio of golden rings announced the arrival of yet another in The World. The man that stood there was clad in black, with bits of violet here and there. Long green locks of hair hung before smoldering scarlet eyes.
It didn't surprise him at all that the area around the Chaos Gate found itself instantly devoid of other players.
The Twin Blade rarely hung around the root towns, if simply because there.. wasn't a whole lot to do in them. Supplies were always kept on hand, since they were rather easy to find scattered about the dungeons he visited. Saving his progress wasn't extremely neccessary since, well... he didn't ever die, really. But today he decided to hang around and see what might turn up. He prowled around the Gate, dividing his attention between a curious group of players gathered by one of the shops and the swirling mass of gold and blue.
People were always coming and going, as if they couldn't decide which server they wanted to stick on. On one memorable occasion, a Wavemaster of some sort warped in, met Sora's eyes, and gated back out to some other locale without as much as a blink or anything else, for that matter.
Sora could only snort and laugh.
He wasn't watching when a certain Heavyblade logged in, but she noticed him right off the bat. "Gack!" she exclaimed, which of course triggered Sora to turn his head so he could look over his shoulder at a sour looking Mimiru gathering her wits.
"Ahh, Mimiru-chan," he crooned to her dryly. He knew she wouldn't stick around for too long; imagine that, someone disliking his company! Her loss, he mused silently, not bothering to supress the sneer that habitually creeped onto his face.
"Erm, hi there, Sora," she said with much hesitance. Mimiru wasn't very good at hiding away emotions. Now, aggrivation mixed in with loathing was written across her very movements, from the erratic twitch of her fingers upon the hilt of her massive sword, to the ticking of her eyebrows. It was cute, really. "Didn't think you'd be here..."
"Amazing what boredom can do. I didn't think I'd be here either." He made sure to keep his movements slow as he turned all the way to face her full on. If he were anyone else, he might have bothered to consider her in a slightly different light. After all, she was very pretty. The darker tint of her skin, in addition to the scythed off tattoos of yellow that banded her cheeks and arms gave her a faintly exotic sort of look. Pity her legs were obscenely long to the point to where he couldn't help but think of an ostritch whenever he saw her. (Physical illusion.)
Mimiru's voice interrupted his thoughts. "So what are you doing, anyway? Nothing good, I bet."
"Nothing good indeed. Simply 'nothing' would be accurate as well."
The sword-toting girl didn't say anything for a while, and neither did he; she would clare, catch herself claring, look at her feet, and resume glaring all over again. Nervousness... so silly. As a rule, root towns were no-violence zones anyway. Yet she still feared him, and at that he snickered. "You know, Mimiru... Maybe we didn't really set off on the right foot."
Suspiciously she narrowed her eyes and set the back of a hand against the metal plating covering a side of her hips. Sora persisted, however, seeing as she didn't look quite the bit in the mood to engange in whatever conversation he was trying to persue.
"Ne, ne? Howsabout we... go to a dungeon? It'll be fun!"
"What is it you want?" she countered, donning a muted sneer. Sora did his best to look hurt.
"Do you really think so little of me? BT's less cold than you are."
"What are you talking about? BT hates you."
"I know," he conceded finally. True enough - that witch had never held much favor for him, though the same could be said of what Sora thought of that particular Wavemaster. "But you don't see me slicing your throat all the time. Come on... Just this once? Then I'll leave you alone... maybe."
Her eyes flickered with the tongues of a temper hardly held at bay. All their previous encounters had been... interesting. That is, they involved her trying to slice him in two, and failing every single time. Not surprising considering how heavy that sword must be... Heavy hitters, yes, when their targets can't hop around and easily evade them. Finally she let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes at the dark Twin Blade who pestered her so much. "Fine, fine, just this once... But you better keep your yakking down to a minimum!"
"Hai, hai," chirped Sora as he stepped towards the Chaos gate. "You can pick whatever field you like... Theta Server isn't much of a challenge for me."
A party invitation was sent her way (thank goodness for member addresses) and accepted with a lavish display of glaring. Mimiru grumbled something beneath her breath - words sounding suspiciously colorful - before promtly being whisked away in the company of the gate rings. Moments later, a small tone sounded: a private message containing the keywords she had chosen. Then he too vanished from Dun Loireag, setting the minds of a great number of players hanging out in the town at east.
Player killers were such a nuisance.