Enter Name: RICHARD ORPHEUS
Pesterchum Handle: saracasmIncarnate
Richard's cold blue eyes stare into nothingness for a moment, but he soon realizes that the reader is attempting to "be" him. Whatever that means.
He crossed his room and looked out the curtains. Sunlight glinted off his jet black hair as he looked out into the surrounding forest. Richard wore a gray t-shirt with the astronomical sign for Pluto and a black jacket loosely hanging on his shoulders. He wore a long, multicolor scarf as homage to a certain doctor.
No activity to be seen. What a surprise. Nothing ever happened out here in the sticks, unless his little brother Joseph found the sugar supply. Then there was trouble.
Richard lived with his younger brother and mother in a small chateau on the hillsides near Lake Tahoe, California. Many people owned houses similar to theirs, the only difference being that the Orpheus' property was miles away from any town. Mother often left on shopping trips like this, leaving Richard in charge. Today was yet another one of those slow days.
Besides the internet, Richard had no (entertaining) company other than the many sweet books lining the shelves on his walls. He had read nearly all of them at least once. There was yet to be a novel that he couldn't conquer. His latest attempt was at Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. As a matter of fact, his ideal day was sitting down in a comfortable chair with a cup of coffee, his Sherlock Holmes treasury, and hours of quiet.
He feared that this upcoming game would prevent him from doing such for quite awhile.
Richard grimaced. His recent conversation with Jason had established nothing he didn't already know. He wished that the heroic dimwit would hurry up and connect and liberate him from boredom.
With nothing else to do, he decided to strike up a conversation with SH. He opened his laptop and began pestering her.
sarcasmIncarnate began pestering spunkHuntress.
SI: Are you there?
SI: Please, I'm dying with boredom. Come out and say something. Anything.
SH: ADVENTURE!
SI: Should have seen that one coming.
SH: Lol good Jason impression, huh?
SI: Most definitely.
SH: So what's up with you?
SI: Still waiting for our resident H.D. to connect to me so we can get this show on the road.
SH: Our H.D.?
SI: Heroic Dimwit. Jason.
SH: ohhhhhhhh
SI: I explained this already. It's my reference term for our fearless leader.
SH: I'll make a better effort to remember in the future!
SI: You should. I have a feeling our group will be spending quite a bit of time together in the future…
SH: Just out of curiosity, but have you been having weird dreams as of late?
SI: My dreams are generally weird, but these have been significantly different if that's what you're referring to.
SH: Like a bright blue sun, or something?
SH: Whenever I have them, I'm waking up in a place the color of gold. It's really warm there. I have my own personal room that's sort of like mine, except there's a balcony. Whenever I step out, I see a huge blue mass in the sky and a golden city stretching out beneath me.
SH: Is that strange?
SI: Well… I do see a blue sun, but my surroundings are completely different from yours.
SI: I have a room with a balcony, like what you described, but the entire place is colored dark purple. It's quite chilly from time to time, but never enough to feel uncomfortable. There are elegant palaces going as far as the eye can see, but the streets are dark and obscured.
SH: Hmm.
SI: Hmm indeed.
SH: Something tells me that this is connected to our game somehow!
SI: I have that same lurking suspicion.
SI: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll never hear the end of it if I don't connect to Argo sometime soon. I bid you farewell for now.
SH: Talk to you later!
sarcasmIncarnate ceased pestering spunkyHuntress.
Richard observed the brown envelope that his copy of Sburb had arrived in sitting on his desk. It had arrived at his doorstep not to long ago. He had needed to retrieve it quickly so that that his annoying younger sibling wouldn't ask any questions. It had worked nicely, but there was still one more necessary preparation. A weapon of some kind.
Richard: Allocate weapon to strife specibus.
He had just the thing in mind.
He left his room and entered the long hallway of his Victorian-style home. Well, as Victorian as a wooden chateau could get.
He exited to the left and continued down the hallway, observing the bust of Edgar Allen Poe as he walked by. His mother had owned the horrid thing for as long as he could remember. Her reasons why where beyond Richard. He loved the guy's writings, but for some odd reason he couldn't stand to look at him.
At the end of the hallway, he opened the door into the master bedroom. Aside from essentials, his Mother stored a variety of artistry and décor in there. None of that interested him at the moment. He walked over to the combination safe next to the queen sized bed and bent down to enter the combination. He had known it for years, unknown to his parent.
Inside the safe were some bundles of cash, a scrap book filled with family photos, and a brass key. Richard captchalogued the key and closed the safe. His sylladex operated on a DICTIONARY Modus. He could take and store with ease as long as he could spell the object. K-E-Y, easy.
Richard left the bedroom and proceeded to the opposite end of the hallway and down some stairs. He entered the living room, where he noticed Joseph sound asleep on the couch. Soda cans were scattered on the floor and spilled on the table. The TV was tuned to some cartoon he didn't recognize.
He scowled. He made a mental note to scold Jo later.
He passed the dining room and kitchen and navigated his way to the home's basement. It was guarded by a heavy steel door with a small keyhole underneath the doorknob. He used the key to unlock the door and step into the family's armory.
Many lances, swords, and bows were scattered around the room. The Orpheus family had compiled quite a supply of weaponry over the years, but had never found a use for it. Richard's best guess was that his ancestors were big supporters of the right to bear arms.
He scanned the walls until he found a steel axe handing on the wall. He equipped it and allocated it to his strife specibus, creating an Axekind.
Richard was officially ready to play.