So, I didn't end up doing another chapter right after the other one, mostly because I was sick and needed rest, but also because that I was suffering from a severe case of writer's block. Still am, but I'm going to see if I can squeeze out a chapter. I honestly have essentially no plan for the plot of this story, I just make it up as I go, so we'll see how it ends up. Anyways, reviews:
Lilac Gemini: I'm glad you like it! (^-^) Thanks for the compliments, too. Also, I'm just going to say, Len being emotionally inept is probably going to end up as an integral part of the story, mostly because it's funny, he's OP and this story needs a plot, and because it's funny. It might also be a bit because it's funny. Did I mention that it's funny?
Messenger777: Ummmmm... wut.
Anyhow, time for the story, I guess... I still can't think of anything to write... anyone want to start giving suggestions in the reviews? lol.
Watched these vids for inspiration:
watch?v=K2fopLlxg6k,
watch?v=ezRrrdboWLc&t=25s
Watch them both. The second one is made better by the first one.
Oooookay... time to actually start... GAAAAAAAH *bleep* YOU, WRITER'S BLOCK! I'll come back to this tab in a bit. Give me time to brainstorm... aaaaaaaaaah... T^T
I'm back (after like 30 minutes of pacing). Let's (try to) do this!(Sorry if this chapter is bad, I blame writer's block.)
WARNING: POV CHANGE INCOMING
Entering the guild, Len noticed that it was a lot more crowded than yesterday. At the time he had come here before, most adventurers were already out on quests; only a few were still in the guild. The general schedule was to enter the guild and choose a quest in the morning, and then turn in the quest in the afternoon. Looking at the board, Len noticed that the only quests for F-ranks were gathering quests, or finding lost items.
Still wearing his mask and cloak, he walked up to the receptionist. This was a different girl than last time, which he found slightly surprising. This was due to his inexperience with society; his masters had often complained that anyone with a job was worked to exhaustion. For The average human could stay awake for around one week, so it was quite a coincidence that he had come near the end of the last receptionist's shift.(1)
Feeling a tightening in his chest, Len frowned. This had happened several times already, and he had noticed that it had only occurred when he thought of his masters, but even though he kept that in mind, he assumed that it was a simple coincidence. He had checked for a wound, but there was no damage on the surface and he did not feel the familiar sensation of internal damage. It was not a curse or a spell, either. He had checked for that with mana. As of now there was nothing he could do, but Len felt that eventually he should go to a professional healer, just in case he had missed something.(2)
Len had taken a D rank orc extermination quest; adventurers below C rank were allowed to take quests up to 2 ranks above themselves if they judged themselves capable, but those at D rank rarely ever took a B rank quest, as the gaps between ranks rose with said ranks.
"Eh? Are you sure you want to take this quest? You know, this quest is for D ranked parties, not for F ranks... It'll probably be too hard for you, even if the rules allow you to take it," said the receptionist, sounding concerned.
Len simply nodded, the part of his face uncovered by his mask concealed deep in shadow. The receptionist and adventurers from last time would not have been worried, but word had not been spread about the incident yesterday afternoon, so no one here knew that he was actually quite capable.
"I will see if I can gather a party," Len said curtly. For some reason, the receptionist blushed when she heard his voice. Len had heard that people blush when they are angry or embarrassed, so he was beginning to think that his face and voice were either unfit for public display or angered people for some reason.(3)
"Ah, o-okay...", stuttered the receptionist(4), upon hearing the most entrancing voice that had graced her ears in her life(5). At this, Len headed off to the tables to socialize, ignoring the flushed woman staring at his back...(6)
Gilles POV:
My name is Gilles. I'm the leader of the D rank adventuring party, the Iron Hands(7). Today the four of us were discussing what type of quest to take, or, well, more like I was trying to decide while I watched the other three argue
"Isn't it obvious to go on an orc extermination quest? They have higher rewards, and we should be able to easily deal with a couple of wolves or orcs!" argued Kaiser, our only heavy front liner, or "tank",
"Are you crazy, you battle maniac? Zane is sick, and you can't keep any more than two orcs at once busy by yourself! And those pig-headed bastards mostly show up in groups of four! Clearly we should go on an escort mission," retorted Jay, our mage.
"I still think we should go and gather herbs. After all, with only one tank, Kaiser wouldn't be able to deal with more than 4 bandits, either..." reasoned Forc, our healer(8).
Sighing, I pondered our dilemma. After all, because that all of them had different ideas, I would have to decide. Kaiser's argument was hot-blooded, but I agreed that the extermination request had the highest rewards. Jay's proposal was reasonable as well, despite his angry speech. If we chose an escort mission, we would not have to eliminate the enemies, just protect the subject and escape. The pay, however, was lower; there was a chance there would be no enemies at all. And while Forc's idea had the lowest reward as well as being, quite frankly, boring, it was safest, and the party was lucky to get an actual healer instead of a medic, as healers were rare, so I was inclined favor him...
"Apologies for interrupting, but I couldn't help but overhear that you were considering the orc extermination mission, and were short on numbers..."(9)
(1) That's not how it works, Len. Your masters expected you to be less naive...Don't take their words at face value... Dangit. The fourth wall is soundproof, huh.
(2) BANG! BANG! BANG! This fourth wall is tough! I can't break it, even though I used the hammer of the creator!(The hammer of the creator: a sledgehammer found in the author's house) LEN! YOU FOOL! YOU POOR, SOCIALLY INEPT FOOL! THAT ISN'T A WOUND! Oh wait... maybe it is, I guess... you could metaphorically call it a wound on the soul*mumble,mumble* BUT THAT ISN'T THE TYPE OF WOUND YOU'RE THINKING OF, ANYWAYS! Wait, why am I yelling. I wrote this.
(3) Why did I even do this? Why?
(4) It's summer. I'm forgetting comma rules, send help.
(5) Again, WHY DO I DO THIS?
(6) She's older than him by like at least 6 years, so no, there will be no ship. What were you thinking?
(7) It's so hard to think of good names... I was thinking crimson blades or crystal swords or crystal shards, but I thought that was a bit too extravagant for a D rank party... but you know... this story makes no sense anyways, so I'm just being a hypocrite.
(8) Yes, I am aware what his name sounds like. I literally named him this after I picked up a fork... Names are hard. Also, remember that D rank is above average, and since they have a healer it would be possible, though not easy, to defend against four weaker bandits at once with a shield and a sword and wearing banded leather armor. (remember, armor is expensive.) I'm trying to introduce some common sense, though it will be hard...
(9) Yeah, with your ears, it really would be "couldn't help but overhear".