Arne
Toplofty Aberrant
Renya
Renya softly sighed as soon as the strange figure of Crax disappeared from his field of view, hardly letting the sound of relief be loud enough to any nearby NPC hear it. Now... I should probably follow my character perfectly. He inwardly muttered, his hands moving to search a set saved amongst his favourite items, immediately equipping it. The effect was instantaneous, as the previous militar uniform that Renya used as a gag equip being immediately substituted by a set of robes that could only be described as fitting for a vampire, with a fluttering black cape, red stripes of cloth fluttering around it and a wig with the same white colour as the character natural hair that managed to make him look even more like a western noble. His strongest armour and at the same time the most fitting attire to roleplay as Aleister E. Bloodseal.
Even so... Melting Ice? Is that even possible? Not even an over rank magic could damage the castle like that on Yggdrasil. He inwardly talked, proceeding to make his way to the throne located in the Dark City main hall, sitting on it as if it was the most natural thing to do, a clear influence of his habit of role-playing inside the game. Maybe some environmental effect? I guess it wouldn't be weird if that happened now that the game world turned out to be somehow real... But that would still go against the setting we made for the castle. He slowly lost himself in his conjectures, his right hand supporting his chin while he sat at the throne in an overly relaxed way that somehow managed to pass the impression of dignity, quite the feat considering how he did it without even noticing.
And even if this was the game world, it wouldn't make sense if the castle started melting because of the environment, the temperature setting of the dungeon former area was meant to be cold anyway. Why would it suddenly chan-... Before he could even finish his line of thought, a voice loudly called his name. While the sentence wasn't exactly uncorteous, he was certain that no NPC would call him without adding a honorific, making him confused about the identity of who was calling him for a second. When he finally managed to have a glance of the man, he immediately recognized the character that he was quite accostumied to see, one of the last active members of the guild together with himself, the immortal human Kuro. "...Kuro...Kurotsuchi-Senpai..?" His voice couldn't help but falter for a second, being barely audible for a second before he managed to recover his character, loudly giving an order to all the NPCs in the room. "All the servants shall leave this room and do their bidding immediately. Leave me alone with the Immortal Kuro, as we need to decide our course of action." He said in a way that sounded more like an announcement than an order, apparently expecting that the NPCs would naturally follow what he said.