Thread: ..::Iᴍᴍᴜʀᴇᴅ::.. [BᴏʙSᴀɢᴇᴛ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

A considerate index finger tapped at the wood underneath Ziv as he was listening to Asher give his uplifting speech. Everything he was saying was factual and Ziv had grown fond of the fact he didnt sugar coat anything. The heart that was lodged in his thoracic cavity pounded like war drums, the terror of the unknowing and uncertainty becoming more realistic for him. It wouldnt be ostensible on the outside that his emotions were raging inside of him. Asher repetitively indicated the ruthlessness of this world and it made Ziv want to jump out from his skin. He felt a little bit of a recovery after the discourse died down and the aura of optimism and allegiance enclosed the air. The accustomed face that she had detected earlier was none other than Zeke, a classmate she had infrequently gamed with on the weekends from time to time. Originality is what he lacked, always picking Zeke as his usernames or characters names. Ziv, on the other hand, had to put a twist on things of similar nature. He would go unrecognizable, exclusively his inimitable gender swap. Should he tell him the truth or should he play it out insouciantly? Causality takes the cake! Nah, thats fine. Obviously Im Ziv. His index finger pointed above his head which displayed his username. I wouldnt mind partnering up with you. He played it off coolly as his hands wedged inside of his grey Aladdin-like pants. It was more arduous to act like a guy than he had believed, overthinking everything he done as being too much or too embroidered. Luckily Zeke didnt seem to notice how hard he was trying and exchanged a hearty smile of appreciation. Zeke opened up his window to send Ziv a friend request before inviting him to join his party. He accepted both invitations with no issue. Great, I was feeling alone here for a second. He admitted before modestly rubbing the back of his head. Little did Zeke know he felt the same way too, especially since he knew him personally in real life. It would be best for him to not find out it was really Zira until the reveal. A second passed where no words were being exchanged and swiftly Ziv felt uncomfortable, rushing to get something out of his lips to keep the conversation flourishing. So, how about we start venturing off into the outskirts to slay some boars? Ziv would suggest as his shoulder rotated towards the direction of the peripheries. The sooner we get them levels the sooner we can start heading up to the first floor boss. It was hard swallowing the gulp of air used to propel those words out, anxious to face a high-leveled boss that could be the end-all to some lives. Zeke seemed to feel the exact way as well, giving a hard yet slow nod. What made you choose to be a rogue? Zeke asked as the pair walked together towards the fields, endeavoring to make small talk to divert them of their true objectives. Their swiftness and furtiveness grasped my attention. Its a class I wouldnt normally choose and it seemed like a cool idea. There isnt anything awe-inspiring on why I decided to become a rogue. He let out a chuckle as he attempted to joke around to an extent, winning a chortle from the guy. And you? Why a Berserker? Its a rush being in the front of the battle. Well, it used to be. Im concerned now since my life is on the line. It was interesting seeing Zeke open up, not knowing this side of him in real life. Must be a bro thing. Well be fine though as long as the healers do their job, you know how that goes. Another witticism was thrown in, turning a heavy topic much lighter. Ziv didnt reply but bowed to let him know he was listening. There were plenty of wild boars continuing to march around in the outskirts of town, nibbling on grass as their tails wagged to-and-fro. One wobbled into their range, snorting through its nostrils as a puff of air blew out to cause the dirt on its nose to dance with the trailing gust. That ones all yours! Zeke whispered before crouching down in the tall grasses, permitting Ziv to show off what he had to offer. Ziv stretched his hands around his waist to clutch at both daggers that were protected inside the waist leather strap he wore. He held himself in a stance, legs stretched to shoulder length as his head bowed down respectively. The air grew still, his moment of attack precisely calculated. In a flash he darted into a sprint towards the feral hold, digging the sole of his foot into the ground to help him propel into the wind. His body twirled once into the air as his wrists flicked unpityingly to heave the two daggers openly into the boars flesh. As foretold the tips sunk deep into its skin before the animal howled out in suffering before collapsing to its knees, huffing one final breath of air before it disintegrated into blue pixels. Experience was granted to both players but only Ziv could loot the bore. Sorry, I can be a bit of a show off. He smirked before kneeling down to loot some skin and meat, saving it for later as he would increase his skills in cooking and leathering, or he could just auction it off in the future. We should start looking in this book after we get enough levels to go to the next town. It's pretty straight forward right now.