Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5041507-20140716001620/@comment-4774221-20140718224508

Kimiyosis, a seventeen year old boy, sighed as he tossed his half finished derringer under his bed, next to several suspiciously serrated blades. His height of 5'7", with short black hair that seemed to spike in every direction, as if he had just woke up. On his left wrist was a watch, with multiple scratches on the hardened casing, from fights that have been forgotten.

Of course his current attire was a black short-sleeved shirt, with a grey hoodie over it, and navy blue jeans as well. His eyes, one a pitch black, one a dark shade of brown, was hidden behind a pair of rectangular transitional lens, that have yet to clear up.

Tossing multiple pieces of Lego and twisted paper clips at the doorway, he then proceeded to flop onto the bed, and reaching over to the table next t it, he grabbed his tablet, and looked over it. "Let's see....guess I'll roleplay as the Ric today...", he muttered softly to himself. As he was typing away, he felt taht this time, the words, the setting of the roleplay felt more vivid than before. Soon enough, as he continued to type, he could hear the muffled chatter of students nearby, the weight of the musket and flintlock on him, the Dust canisters as well.

Eye's widening, he rolled off his bed, and landed on his feet, his right hand reaching behind him to draw out the pocket knife he would have been carrying. Except it wasn't there. Quickly taking inventory of himself and his surroundings, he noted that first, he wasn't in his rom anymore. He was in the Beacon dorms, and he had apparently just flipped off his bed.

"Ric...what are you up too...? And why are you reach for you back pocket...?", a sleepy voice called out behind him. Turning around, he noticed it was Tokari, his OC's sister. Which would mean....that he himself, was now Ric. Just what the hell is going on?!?!

"Nothing, nothing. Just an old habit that was long forgotten.", he said calmly. Soon however, the sky turned red, and he heard Monty speak. After that speech was over, he sighed.

"I'm going to head out for a bit, find a contract.", he told his OC's twin, who nodded lazily before falling back asleep. Taking care not to seem out of the ordinary, he walked out.

"Well...this is different. Most of the skills and habits I've created for my OC was based off me, so there shooouldn't be too much of a problem. The problem, would be that this world, was filled with danger. One had to fight quite often, and fighting through a screen, and fighting with your own hand was different, an experience he had before.

He remembered an advice he had followed quite often, during the time when he was actively fighting against others in the real world. No matter who your opponent is, no matter what weapon they have, no matter if a hurricane was coming through, stay calm and assess your environment.

However, he couldn't stay calm. A small smile could be seen, if one paid attention. "A world, filled to the brim with violence, combat practice, and things the real world doesn't have. This world...." -here, his eyes seemed to glint a mischevious grin- "let's have some fun~".