-DID ANYONE SEE THE GIANT EYEBALL IN THE SKY????????? By TheWomenAndChildrenToo
LOOT DROP Chapter: 16
“Oink.”
Fisk woke with a start, his mind splitting with a headache as he sat up to eye his dimly lit surroundings that smelled strongly of manure.
A pig?
Fisk wrinkled his nose, the acrid smell of hay and feces enough to snap him out of his sleepy daze.
“Oink!” A pig let out, head butting Fisk, the creature covered in mud…
Or what Fisk chose to believe was mud.
“Turn off bathroom features but not smell…” Fisk groaned, pushing away the pigs poking at him and rising up to come face to face with a horse staring at him.
It licked him.
A barn? What the hell happened…
Then, Fisk scowled, recalling the event of choosing a class as the horse began chomping on his hair.
“Hands… so many hands… so many eyeballs!” Fisk muttered, his body shaking as images of the horrific event played in fast forward in his mind.
“Oh, you're awake!” Faith said, entering the barn wearing a cowl over head with folded linens in her arms. “Here, I brought you new clothes and a cloak.”
“Uh… thanks… do you remember what happened?”
Faith paled, her expression deadpan as her eyes quivered, “I really wish I didn't.”
“Ha…haha,” Fisk chuckled, before an awkward silence filled the space only to be occasionally broken up by oinks. “Let's never talk about that again.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” Faith replied, beaming a wholly unconvincing smile.
“So… where are we?” Fisk asked, taking the clothes with a thank you.
“An inn just inside of Talahar, the keeper is a… friend. So we're safe for now.”
“Friend? You make it seem like I should be worried.”
“Well… the sooner we leave, the better.”
Despite his curiosity, Fisk decided not to pry.
“Also…”
“Also?” Fisk said, raising a brow and getting undressed in front of Faith who immediately went flush and turned away.
“I-I'm not going to be able to apply for the guild.”
“And why is that?”
“Well…” Faith said, eyeing Fisk whose left side of his naked body had various discolored markings, things she hadn’t seen before on a person’s skin. “I… haven't really been honest with you.”
A sinking feeling was felt in the pit of Fisk's stomach.
“I'm also kinda… wanted. And there could be trouble if I apply. Although it's been some time, I don't want to take that chance…”
Fisk narrowed his eyes. There was something more, something else that the woman wasn't sharing.
“Murder?”
“What? NO! No no no! Nothing like that!”
“Stealing?”
“No,” Faith recoiled, almost offended.
“Will it jeopardize or put me in harm's way?” Fisk asked as he took a pair of boots from the woman.
“Oink,” The pigs beside him now surrounding Faith who reached down and picked one up.
“Uhm. I don't think so? No one really knows what I look like but it could be a problem if I'm officially recognized.”
Fisk eyed the boots and then his metal leg before sitting down.
“Is something wrong?” Faith asked, observing Fisk who was just staring at the left side boot he held out before himself.
“Uh nothing,” Fisk replied, slipping the boot over his metal foot, a small smile on his face.
“Oh! And I brought this,” Faith said, handing Fisk a silver face mask shaped in a sinister smiley face akin to something an evil jester might wear.
“Huh…” Fisk said, looking down at the expensive item. “Where did you get the money for this?”
“Well, remember the panthet? I gathered what I could from the monster you killed, it took me awhile but I did managed to scrub up some coin,” Faith said, her expression happy at first but then adopting a worried look upon eyeing Fisk staring at her, “I uhm. I thought you wouldn't mind since we needed money. And I had to bribe the innkeeper and the gate guard with the Panthet's head…”
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“No… you did good,” Fisk said, “I'm… just not used to competent people.”
At Fisk's remark Faith looked away, hiding her smile while Fisk used observe on the mask.
“Listen… Mr. Fisk… I know we've only known each other for a short time… but, I would really like it if we-”
{Hei’s Silver Mask[SSR]}
[Skill: ???, ???]
-Requirements:
[17 Dexterity]
[9 Sense]
Hmm. I can't see the skills, maybe I need to equip it? Fisk decided to put on the mask, the item smelling oddly like ramen and dumplings.
“Faith… where did you get this mask?” Fisk asked, his voice coming out muffled and cutting off the woman who had been talking to Fisk who hadn't been paying attention.
“Oh!” Faith said jubilantly, her face beaming with positivity, “I passed by a peddler on his way out of the town! Apparently he was given a lot of stuff from immortals so he was eager to sell his wares, I saw it had magical properties so I asked him for it and he gave it to me at a good price!”
“Right…” Fisk cleared his throat before slowly walking towards Faith and placing both hands on her shoulders. “This mask is cursed.”
“What?!”
[Skill: Curse of Bai[Confers the user the ability to add electricity to any attack. However, if the wearer of this Mask is not Hei, the wearer is unable to remove the mask]
“I can't get it off.”
“You're joking.”
“I… am not.”
Immediately Faith's hands went up, attempting to pry off the mask, resulting in twenty minutes of the pair arguing and attempting to pull the accessory off to no avail.
“Well…” Faith said, the woman wiping her sweating brow, “You have a disguise now? Haha…”
“Thanks…” Fisk grumbled, “I can't take the mask off and I'm going to starve to death because you got me a cursed item.”
Fisk scowled, the item taking up an accessory slot on his face.
“Nono! You won't starve, we just, ya know,” Faith grabbed some berries out of her pocket, the woman smooshing them against the slit on Fisk's mask that formed a smile. “See? Ha… you won't starve… uhm..”
“Just…” Fisk began, attempting to pinch the bridge of his nose only to tap his mask, “...Bring me to the adventurer's guild.”
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“This… is a town?” Fisk muttered, his voice incredulous as he and Faith skulked through the bustling crowd of people going about their business.
The ‘town’ was more akin to a small city, a lively center complete with a wooden wall perimeter, watchtowers, shops, peddlers, and a bakery.
Of course everything was covered by players, Talahar, a noisy place packed by mix-matched people gearing up for quests, chatting, and talking with the natives.
Well, Fisk used the term talking, but really it was more akin to harassment as some people fled from the players upon noticing them.
“It used to not be like this,” Faith said, walking in step with Fisk, “But since the Immortals pass through here so often to get to Liurnia, merchants and traders set up their shops to trade.”
“What's so special about Liurnia?”
“Minerals mostly, although there are a few dungeon breaks that the immortals exploit for materials.”
“I see,” Fisk replied, pulling his cowl down closer over his mask. Despite being fully covered, walking through so many players made his anxiety spike, If one player somehow identified Fisk, well… it wouldn't bode well.
Still, he needed money, more than that, according to the forums he needed the adventurer’s permit that the guild hall gave that allowed players to move almost uninhibited throughout the world. Without it, he’d be stuck bribing guards.
Walking, Fisk decided to distract himself from the possibility of death by opening his system and reviewing the new abilities he had.
Support System Menu
Title: Nobody
Name: Tony Fisk
Level: 5
Race: Other
HP: 70/70
SP: 95/95
MP: 50/50
CLASS: Newtype
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Free Points: 10
STRENGTH: 39
VITALITY; 7
SENSE: 10
DEXTERITY: 30
ARCANA: 5
EGO: 20
TRAITS: Adaptable LvL 1.
SKILLS: Observe LvL:1, Airburst LvL 1, Air Kick LvL 1, Mimic LvL 1, Skill Capture LvL 1, Curse of Bai.
SPELLS: Mirror LvL 1
Interesting…
Fisk tapped on the screen, opening his skills and spell list to review the information they gave him.
[Trait: Adaptable LvL 1: Gain momentary resistance against attack received]
[Skill: Mimic LvL 1: Morph body to take on the form of an identified object. MP 15]
[Skill: Skill Capture LvL 1: Observe skill in use to capture the ability. This skill is momentarily replaced with captured skill. MP Cost based on skill Captured.]
And lastly his spell.
[Spell: Mirror LvL 1: Store or reflect a spell of your choosing. This spell may be used to parry spells targeted at the caster. MP Cost based on spell captured, reduced MP use on spell parry.]
Fisk rubbed his chin, opening the forums to make a post.
“Oh…” Fisk frowned, the first post at the top of the list being-
WHY ARE THERE HANDS RAINING FROM THE GIANT EYEBALLWHY ARE THERE SO MANY HANDS???? by Papa Smurf
Ignoring the hundreds of posts about his incident, Fisk decided to ask for help about his class, detailing the information about his skills in such a way that it would appear hypothetical as to not arouse suspicion.
While he had an idea on how to build his ‘character’ Fisk wasn't keen on making mistakes with his new life.
“Mr. Fisk?”
Suddenly Fisk was grabbed, pulled back by Faith just as he was about to walk into a wall.
“Are you okay?” Faith asked. “What is it you're always tapping at?”
“It's a $$&-++)/…” Fisk replied with Faith sighing, “Sorry.”
“I don't know why I bother, anyway, we're here,” Faith said, pointing up at the signage above that read Adventure Hall!
“Hey! Move it!” A large burly player with a massive sword on his back said, shoving Fisk out of the way.
“Sorry,” Fisk said, bowing low, and stepping out of the way despite his fist whispering to punch out the player.
Then, Fisk entered the guild hall, his eyes sweeping the interior where hundreds of players were gathered to start their quests.
“Well… time to be an adventurer,” Fisk said before moving his way towards the reception desk where he would begin his journey.
