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Active [Glace Valley] To Study a Wraith
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Gadg8eer
K.i.D Player 10
Spoken Languages: "Common"
Literate Languages: Common
Construct Languages (SpyWear* F):<speak(analog.lang)=no>
Translated Languages (The Story So Far): <Terran>
*Construct Language Packs and cool AugReal HUD features not included. Requires 1 double-eye soul battery. Rated e10+.
Surprisingly, one of the adventurers seemed exceptionally unique. Only problem was, though no one else knew it, that he couldn't speak Terran. He couldn't read Terran either, but at least his goggles were able to translate Terran into Common, which more closely resembled English (though Common seemed peppered with calques and loan words that didn't fit into the world he knew). So far, everyone and everything he'd encountered after wandering into a village he'd seen while falling from the sky hadn't understood a word of what he said to them.
If what "[God]" said was true, and fiction wasn't just fake, he strongly suspected that his life before the previous day could have been some ironic punishment by a pair of siblings with a superiority complex who decided they didn't like reincarnation and that it was the turn of a self-proclaimed 'God of Play' to find out what that was like. Not that he actually believed in reincarnation or that somehow he was ever special enough to be a reincarnation of anyone remotely important. It was more of a sneaking suspicion than based on anything concrete, but he'd learned not to trust fear of the unknown.
He hoped the language barrier could be solved, or he'd followed the others out here for nothing. At least they caught on that he knew why they were out here and had him to carry some of their lighter gear for them. Unfortunately, they assumed he was mute, rather than deducing he didn't know how to speak any of this world's native tongues.
Literate Languages: Common
Construct Languages (SpyWear* F):
Translated Languages (The Story So Far): <Terran>
*Construct Language Packs and cool AugReal HUD features not included. Requires 1 double-eye soul battery. Rated e10+.
Surprisingly, one of the adventurers seemed exceptionally unique. Only problem was, though no one else knew it, that he couldn't speak Terran. He couldn't read Terran either, but at least his goggles were able to translate Terran into Common, which more closely resembled English (though Common seemed peppered with calques and loan words that didn't fit into the world he knew). So far, everyone and everything he'd encountered after wandering into a village he'd seen while falling from the sky hadn't understood a word of what he said to them.
If what "[God]" said was true, and fiction wasn't just fake, he strongly suspected that his life before the previous day could have been some ironic punishment by a pair of siblings with a superiority complex who decided they didn't like reincarnation and that it was the turn of a self-proclaimed 'God of Play' to find out what that was like. Not that he actually believed in reincarnation or that somehow he was ever special enough to be a reincarnation of anyone remotely important. It was more of a sneaking suspicion than based on anything concrete, but he'd learned not to trust fear of the unknown.
He hoped the language barrier could be solved, or he'd followed the others out here for nothing. At least they caught on that he knew why they were out here and had him to carry some of their lighter gear for them. Unfortunately, they assumed he was mute, rather than deducing he didn't know how to speak any of this world's native tongues.
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Voider
Professional of Nonsensical Tangents
Darin
Equipped Titles: [Beast], [Adept Marksman], [Sentry], [Ryken Adventurer F], [Marsh Marching]
Mentions:
Daddy Dream
,
Gadg8eer
"Common" "<Beastial>"
Mentions:
Daddy Dream
,
Gadg8eer
"Common" "<Beastial>"
Darin clutched his coat tighter to himself, as another gust of freezing cold wind blew through the surrounding air. It was times like these that he resented the reptilian body he had in this life, with scales that absorbed the surrounding heat—or in this case, the lack of it. Stopping his trudge through the ice and snow for a moment, Darin spared a glance at how the others were faring. He'd given a professional greeting to each of them upon meeting, but through the days of the trip, he would have mostly kept just to needed communication unless someone else started conversation first. While Darin's gait had lost some energy throughout the journey, anyone who looked closely would see that his eyes never stopped observing the icy landscape around them.
With a sigh that produced a visible breath in the cold air, Darin habitually gripped the strap of the musket hanging on his shoulder, and continued onwards. He hoped their hirer had a good reason for the initial meeting to take place all the way out here.
...
Darin gazed up at the massive, icy cave that was carved straight into the mountain. While the trip did not have him in a good mood, he could not deny the awe inspiring sight. "Hmph, quite beautiful." He muttered aloud; his words were praising, although they conflicted with the flat tone of voice he used to say it. With increased caution, Darin joined the others in entering the cavern.
...
"Do Not Disturb"
Before Darin had a chance to fully process the sign's words and form a proper emotion in response, his eyes snapped towards the door as it opened, a large man welcoming them in. Glad for the chance at some kind of warmth, he waited for the others to file in, before quickly entering himself. Unslinging his musket, he held it in one hand as he sat down, it's muzzle pointed upwards and wooden stock resting on the floor.
"I presume you're Mr. Tomashi, yes? I am Darin, and it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Readjusting himself in the chair, his tail shifting to the side to be more comfortable, Darin waited for the rest of them to introduce themselves to the man as well. "Before we get to business matters, I cannot help but ask, Mr. Tomashi, as to why your location for meeting is here? I can think of a plausibility or two, but I would like to hear your own reasoning." Darin's tone was polite, and his general expression neutral, but a questioning stare made it clear he wanted an answer.
Daddy Dream
Creation becomes Destruction
Gadg8eer
K.i.D Player 10
Spoken Languages: "Common"
Literate Languages: Common
Construct Languages (SpyWear* F):<speak(analog.lang)=no>
Translated Languages (The Story So Far): <Terran>
*Construct Language Packs and cool AugReal HUD features not included. Requires 1 double-eye soul battery. Rated e10+.
Gadg8eer didn't understand most of the words, but he accepted the papers and quickly went through the pages. According to the translation of the Terran text that his devices were providing, the man had made some extensive notes on a 'Wraith' of some sort. Unfortunately, Gadg8eer couldn't understand what to specifically do with them, so he handed them to Darin and tried to respond in plain English, hoping that the meaning would get through. The idea that this thing was out there and dangerous was terrifying, but Gadg8eer was no longer worried about his own death so much; The being which brought him to this world proved it. Death was too painful to doubt he would respawn like he did then. Instead he was more worried about the other two. He was dressed for spring/autumn and the temperature was already dropping to levels that made him uncomfortable even now. If the discomfort the boy inferred from Darin's speech was anything to go by, the reptile man (though Gadg8eer would never call him that, he wasn't going to discriminate against another sentient being for being of a species and he didn't want to give the impression that he was the kind of entitled arrogant jerk who gathered a harem while turning a feudal society into a democracy) did not look like he was meant to withstand the frigid weather.
"I can read anything you give me in any language, but I only know how to speak and understand English and the first town I came across didn't even speak it. That's why I have this weird accent and didn't say anything, and sometimes I hear words I've never heard before in what people say that are hard to understand." the boy tried to explain, then realized that was probably too wordy.
"What I mean is, when he says '<study>' this thing," the boy said, trying to pronounce an unfamiliar word the way Tomashi had, "does he mean from afar or by, um... dissecting it? I got the part about how Monster species chose to be evil whether or not they were born from Monsters, I just want to know because you call this thing a wraith so - unless I'm missing something - how do you dissect a ghost? Wait no, that's too complicated to get across easily too... I mean, you're obviously smart, I just hope I've said enough that nothing was lost in translation." he sighed, and then collected his thoughts.
"Do you want us to escort you, watch it for you, or kill it for you? And if it's the latter... Is killing a ghost even supposed to be possible, and are you sure it's evil?"
Literate Languages: Common
Construct Languages (SpyWear* F):
Translated Languages (The Story So Far): <Terran>
*Construct Language Packs and cool AugReal HUD features not included. Requires 1 double-eye soul battery. Rated e10+.
Gadg8eer didn't understand most of the words, but he accepted the papers and quickly went through the pages. According to the translation of the Terran text that his devices were providing, the man had made some extensive notes on a 'Wraith' of some sort. Unfortunately, Gadg8eer couldn't understand what to specifically do with them, so he handed them to Darin and tried to respond in plain English, hoping that the meaning would get through. The idea that this thing was out there and dangerous was terrifying, but Gadg8eer was no longer worried about his own death so much; The being which brought him to this world proved it. Death was too painful to doubt he would respawn like he did then. Instead he was more worried about the other two. He was dressed for spring/autumn and the temperature was already dropping to levels that made him uncomfortable even now. If the discomfort the boy inferred from Darin's speech was anything to go by, the reptile man (though Gadg8eer would never call him that, he wasn't going to discriminate against another sentient being for being of a species and he didn't want to give the impression that he was the kind of entitled arrogant jerk who gathered a harem while turning a feudal society into a democracy) did not look like he was meant to withstand the frigid weather.
"I can read anything you give me in any language, but I only know how to speak and understand English and the first town I came across didn't even speak it. That's why I have this weird accent and didn't say anything, and sometimes I hear words I've never heard before in what people say that are hard to understand." the boy tried to explain, then realized that was probably too wordy.
"What I mean is, when he says '<study>' this thing," the boy said, trying to pronounce an unfamiliar word the way Tomashi had, "does he mean from afar or by, um... dissecting it? I got the part about how Monster species chose to be evil whether or not they were born from Monsters, I just want to know because you call this thing a wraith so - unless I'm missing something - how do you dissect a ghost? Wait no, that's too complicated to get across easily too... I mean, you're obviously smart, I just hope I've said enough that nothing was lost in translation." he sighed, and then collected his thoughts.
"Do you want us to escort you, watch it for you, or kill it for you? And if it's the latter... Is killing a ghost even supposed to be possible, and are you sure it's evil?"
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Voider
Professional of Nonsensical Tangents
Darin
Equipped Titles: [Beast], [Adept Marksman], [Sentry], [Ryken Adventurer F], [Marsh Marching]
Mentions:
Daddy Dream
,
Gadg8eer
"Common" "<Beastial>"
Mentions:
Daddy Dream
,
Gadg8eer
"Common" "<Beastial>"
Darin sat back, listening to Tomashi. "'Frost Wraith', it certainly sounds like an imposing beast. How much damage did it do to this last settlement you mention?" With a thankful nod, he took the file as Gadg8eer handed it over. Darin's eyes skimmed over the document, staying silent as he read and the other adventurer among them spoke. Frost Wraith... ice... evolved... hostile... Though beyond that, it was blank; right, that was what they were probably here for, presumab—
Suddenly, as the words spoken by Gad8eer registered in his mind, Darin's gaze snapped to him, the file temporarily forgotten. "I'm sorry, did you say... 'English'?" After a couple of seconds, he lightly cleared his throat and restored his composure. It would do him no good to get ahead of himself, like the last time; perhaps just another very odd coincidence. Yes, better to assume that first. "Ahem, apologies for the interruption. Please, continue."
With nothing more to read other than empty categories, he handed the file back to Tomashi. With his attention returned to the matter at hand, Darin waited for Gad8eer to finish speaking; the human seemed talkative when he finally did speak, but the marksman remained patient, Darin using the moment to ready his own words. "I must agree with his questioning, Mr. Tomashi, as other than the general danger, your ad at the guild did not specify the nature of the job itself." He grumbled quietly and indirectly, though loud enough to hear. "Something I'd liked to have known before trudging through this wasteland of ice..." He slightly lifted the musket into the air to emphasize his next sentence. "...but if you need guarding, firepower, or watching eyes for this study, then that's what I can do."
Daddy Dream
Creation becomes Destruction
Gadg8eer
K.i.D Player 10
Spoken Languages: "Common"
Literate Languages: Common
Construct Languages (SpyWear* F):<speak(analog.lang)=no>
Translated Languages (The Story So Far): <Terran>
*Construct Language Packs and cool AugReal HUD features not included. Requires 1 double-eye soul battery. Rated e10+.
"Oh, okay. That makes sense." Gadg8eer responded, glad he'd finally found himself in good company.
As Tomashi unfurled the map, Gadg8eer quickly took a photograph of it with his goggles in the highest available resolution, hoping to keep some useful information. He also clipped the last 30 seconds, feeding the text on the papers into his records.
Finally, he looked at the original ad posted, producing a visible interface that displayed a holographic replica of the ad, the tavern job board, and a section of the wall it had been attached to.
The Story So Far - Item: "SpyWear" F
If Gadg8eer forgets anything, he can use his goggles outside of combat to look at the actual posts of the RP. This cannot be used to break the fourth wall, however, as the XR PAN aggregates the information into a personal html-like archive that is indistinguishable from a series of forum posts by IH natives roleplaying as Isekai. It also does not contain information that Gadg8eer could not otherwise know (marked by astrikethrough if included in a quote).
"Three to four people? Are we understaffed?" Gadg8eer pointed out. "Um... worst case scenario, don't worry about me. I never grew up, technically I can't claim the kind of young innocence people should protect."
Literate Languages: Common
Construct Languages (SpyWear* F):
Translated Languages (The Story So Far): <Terran>
*Construct Language Packs and cool AugReal HUD features not included. Requires 1 double-eye soul battery. Rated e10+.
"Oh, okay. That makes sense." Gadg8eer responded, glad he'd finally found himself in good company.
As Tomashi unfurled the map, Gadg8eer quickly took a photograph of it with his goggles in the highest available resolution, hoping to keep some useful information. He also clipped the last 30 seconds, feeding the text on the papers into his records.
Finally, he looked at the original ad posted, producing a visible interface that displayed a holographic replica of the ad, the tavern job board, and a section of the wall it had been attached to.
The Story So Far - Item: "SpyWear" F
If Gadg8eer forgets anything, he can use his goggles outside of combat to look at the actual posts of the RP. This cannot be used to break the fourth wall, however, as the XR PAN aggregates the information into a personal html-like archive that is indistinguishable from a series of forum posts by IH natives roleplaying as Isekai. It also does not contain information that Gadg8eer could not otherwise know (marked by a
"Three to four people? Are we understaffed?" Gadg8eer pointed out. "Um... worst case scenario, don't worry about me. I never grew up, technically I can't claim the kind of young innocence people should protect."
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Voider
Professional of Nonsensical Tangents
Darin
Equipped Titles: [Beast], [Adept Marksman], [Sentry], [Ryken Adventurer F], [Marsh Marching]
Mentions:
Daddy Dream
,
Gadg8eer
"Common" "<Beastial>"
Mentions:
Daddy Dream
,
Gadg8eer
"Common" "<Beastial>"
"Ah," Darin leaned back in the chair, giving a slow nod of his head in an understanding manner, as Tomashi explained how they would be tasked with assignments. "...this is a long-term job." He stated matter-of-factly, before silently listening to the objective and details of the mission presented to them. As Tomashi brought out a map, Darin leaned in to intently scan his eyes over it; understanding the local terrain was always useful, and in this case, paramount. "Understood; is this all that we should be aware of?"
He then turned his focus over to Gadg8eer, whom made a good point. Yet, the next words would cause the lizardman to raise a scaled eyebrow. "I may not know who you are, or how old you may actually be, but I'm not going to leave behind anyone I work with just because of immediate danger. Watch my back, and I'll watch yours." With that said, Darin was too late to stop a sigh from escaping as he faced back to Tomashi. "I don't like being sent on a job that should potentially have more personnel. Regardless, as long as the payment reflects that, I'll do it."
Gadg8eer
K.i.D Player 10
Spoken Languages: "Common"
Literate Languages: Common
Construct Languages (SpyWear* F):<speak(analog.lang)=no>
Translated Languages (The Story So Far): <Terran>
*Construct Language Packs and cool AugReal HUD features not included. Requires 1 double-eye soul battery. Rated e10+.
Gadg8eer gave a sharp nod in acknowledgement. "I'll try my best." he told the other adventurer.
He then looked to Tomashi for a bit. "If this thing attacked a village, it's definitely the bad guy. I just want to know one thing. Were any lives lost, and who? Because if that thing killed anyone, especially actual kids... I'll study it and then destroy it myself using what I learn. I didn't turn away from my old life and not look back to let that kind of cruelty go unpunished." he stated, coldly serious. Somewhere inside him, his empathy burned too hot to be contained by anything but that ironclad gaze. Vengeance would be a hard habit to kick for someone who had never actually gotten a chance to attain even revenge towards those he himself was wronged by.
Gadg8eer then sighed, trying to relax. "Oh, um... Sorry, I don't even know your names and I'm already falling apart. You can call me Gadg-eight-eer. Weird name, I know, I only used it back home when I was in the AugReal- uh... visiting the closest Fae realm. We called it the Fediverse, but explaining its origin would take all day." he tried to summarize. "As for the nickname, the only society I've ever heard of that didn't use weird nicknames was mid-20th Century America. My old society, the Global West that evolved from 20th-Century America, just happened to be the only one where people choose their nickname themselves, starting with trucker handles through usernames and gamertags to... well, ending with... cryptocredentials. That's why my name is what it is, I like it and it makes sense for my interests, even if it means some people don't like my tastes."
He looked around for a bit but then shook his head, thinking better of it. "If you're wondering what it means, well... I've got a few ideas on how showing you might work better than telling you, but I don't want to go tearing your place apart to build a gadget out of things that aren't mine. A gadgeteer is someone who uses gadgets, although I don't know if 'gadget' is in your vocabularies since - as far as I've seen - this world doesn't even have running water. WAIT."
He reached into one of his pockets, taking out a single sharp stick he'd picked up on the trip there. He quickly etched a crude image into the ice, apologizing when he realized he'd technically damaged the wall. When he was done, an image of a sloped bridge reaching from a mountain to a second mountain and then down to a town remained. "This is called an aqueduct, although with my crappy luck you've probably heard of something like it already. If they don't have them here, they should, they're about as simple as fresh water supply gets. Water flows downhill, even when the slope is so subtle you can't see it, so this gets water from a big mountain over a smaller mountain down to anywhere you want to put a city. They definitely didn't have any good sources of fresh water in the places we came from to the west of here, I still can't get the taste of fermented rice out of my mouth after staying at that Inn... I never even drank alcohol because it tastes so gross to me. he said, making a face as he tried to ignore the awful flavor he'd had on his tongue for some time.
"Anyway, yeah. This is more of a megaproject than a gadget, but imagine an aqueduct-level invention. World-changing. Except it also fits in a backpack or pocket. That's basically what a gadget is, and I specialized myself in knowing how to make the most use out of whatever tools I have. I'm working on trying to make some myself, since I left everything where I came from and I can't just order what I want and put it in a PickParter campaign to find other people who want the same customized thing." he tried his best to explain.
"Also, thanks for listening. I haven't spoken properly to anyone since I got here, it just... feels good to talk for a bit." he shyly admitted.
Literate Languages: Common
Construct Languages (SpyWear* F):
Translated Languages (The Story So Far): <Terran>
*Construct Language Packs and cool AugReal HUD features not included. Requires 1 double-eye soul battery. Rated e10+.
Gadg8eer gave a sharp nod in acknowledgement. "I'll try my best." he told the other adventurer.
He then looked to Tomashi for a bit. "If this thing attacked a village, it's definitely the bad guy. I just want to know one thing. Were any lives lost, and who? Because if that thing killed anyone, especially actual kids... I'll study it and then destroy it myself using what I learn. I didn't turn away from my old life and not look back to let that kind of cruelty go unpunished." he stated, coldly serious. Somewhere inside him, his empathy burned too hot to be contained by anything but that ironclad gaze. Vengeance would be a hard habit to kick for someone who had never actually gotten a chance to attain even revenge towards those he himself was wronged by.
Gadg8eer then sighed, trying to relax. "Oh, um... Sorry, I don't even know your names and I'm already falling apart. You can call me Gadg-eight-eer. Weird name, I know, I only used it back home when I was in the AugReal- uh... visiting the closest Fae realm. We called it the Fediverse, but explaining its origin would take all day." he tried to summarize. "As for the nickname, the only society I've ever heard of that didn't use weird nicknames was mid-20th Century America. My old society, the Global West that evolved from 20th-Century America, just happened to be the only one where people choose their nickname themselves, starting with trucker handles through usernames and gamertags to... well, ending with... cryptocredentials. That's why my name is what it is, I like it and it makes sense for my interests, even if it means some people don't like my tastes."
He looked around for a bit but then shook his head, thinking better of it. "If you're wondering what it means, well... I've got a few ideas on how showing you might work better than telling you, but I don't want to go tearing your place apart to build a gadget out of things that aren't mine. A gadgeteer is someone who uses gadgets, although I don't know if 'gadget' is in your vocabularies since - as far as I've seen - this world doesn't even have running water. WAIT."
He reached into one of his pockets, taking out a single sharp stick he'd picked up on the trip there. He quickly etched a crude image into the ice, apologizing when he realized he'd technically damaged the wall. When he was done, an image of a sloped bridge reaching from a mountain to a second mountain and then down to a town remained. "This is called an aqueduct, although with my crappy luck you've probably heard of something like it already. If they don't have them here, they should, they're about as simple as fresh water supply gets. Water flows downhill, even when the slope is so subtle you can't see it, so this gets water from a big mountain over a smaller mountain down to anywhere you want to put a city. They definitely didn't have any good sources of fresh water in the places we came from to the west of here, I still can't get the taste of fermented rice out of my mouth after staying at that Inn... I never even drank alcohol because it tastes so gross to me. he said, making a face as he tried to ignore the awful flavor he'd had on his tongue for some time.
"Anyway, yeah. This is more of a megaproject than a gadget, but imagine an aqueduct-level invention. World-changing. Except it also fits in a backpack or pocket. That's basically what a gadget is, and I specialized myself in knowing how to make the most use out of whatever tools I have. I'm working on trying to make some myself, since I left everything where I came from and I can't just order what I want and put it in a PickParter campaign to find other people who want the same customized thing." he tried his best to explain.
"Also, thanks for listening. I haven't spoken properly to anyone since I got here, it just... feels good to talk for a bit." he shyly admitted.
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