Midsummer Feast

The fun idea of setting out on a hike in the game would soon arrive. Lart had given them a date when his daughter would spend time with her mother, so Lart would be a part of the whole hike, for however long that now could last. And after they’d got that date, so did Merie and Anlie start to make up plans to spend a whole weekend together. But she was once again calling it a date, when it honestly wasn’t more than two good friends spending some time together. Without as much as a single corn of love involved.

“You do say that, Cutie. But can you be sure the same goes for Anlie?” Opiom had joined Merie in the damp forest after hearing about the fluffy green rabbits in the damp forest, and their talk had first led to the hike, before Merie exposed that she would spend that weekend with Anlie. And of course so had Opiom been the one dragging love into the weekend. “I think the same goes for her, as I’ve said that I can’t do things half-hearted. So she should be able to understand that I’m no marriage material.” Of course so couldn’t Merie say how Anlie saw the whole thing. They might stand each other close, but they were still two different persons. And if Merie didn’t remember wrong, so had she pointed out that fact once when Anlie called one of their meetings a date.

Merie wasn’t even looking at Opiom as they spoke, instead so did she spend her time on what kept her alive. Poking the forest floor with a trusty pole. Opiom was probably doing the same, or at least she checked the ground, right? “I would like to say that you can’t do anything halfhearted is an answer to that you can love someone. The only thing it might mean is that you can’t go halfhearted and will go full out, even though you don’t know if it’ll hurt you later on.” Wasn’t Opiom’s comment just another reason why Merie should get involved with love? If anything so might it only show that she had to make sure she protected herself from getting hurt. “And I don’t know quite what you mean with marriage material. Sure, I don’t know you in real life, but if you’re just as kind as a person there as here. So would I call you material if the best kind.” Opiom couldn’t be right in any way. There was no way Merie would be considered good marriage material, not a chance in the fucking hell. So instead of pulling the conversation any further, so did Merie just let it drop and concentrated on staying alive as she searched for more material. “You seem like a difficult girl to moist up when it comes to love. Never had a first love?” Could Opiom just give it up? It was just that Merie didn’t like to talk about love as she felt she wouldn’t be able to give it, or even understand it. “I might warn you that I want answers. I might risk getting a loose tongue during the hike, when everyone, including Anlie, is there.” Opiom should just dare… “I can’t remember having something as a first love, to be honest…” No! Merie shouldn’t even hesitate Opiom dared to drag that up when the others were there. If anything so could she almost see it as an even bigger reason Opiom would bring it up. “Can’t you remember anything like a first love? No special feeling to a close friend or someone you saw from time to time, who made your heart and soul flutter with happiness?”  Opiom didn’t have to sound as surprised about it. It wasn’t as if everyone experienced the same thing throughout their lives. “Not as I can remember.” Merie still wasn’t looking at Opiom, still searching for material. Or rather so was it better Opiom thought so. Merie had been honest when she couldn’t remember feeling a first love. What she remembered, which might be close, was feeling slightly thrilled in her body once in the locker room. Something she could guess what it meant, but didn’t want to feel more out of as it only would lead to huge headaches. Which she had understood from far too many of her classmates. And if she would go wholehearted into something like love, so did she also know that would be involved. “But either way, so do I really think we should leave that conversation at that.” Merie hoped that Opiom just could drop it if she asked her straight out, without the risk of the conversation coming up again. Or at the very least, not while the others were nearby. “Do you hate good conversations, Cutie?” Where did that come from? When had Merie even indicated that she would dislike good conversations? No! Merie totally ignored Opiom’s comment, which wouldn’t be worth the energy she spent thinking about it.

“What kind of dress do you think we should create from fur like this, Merie?” As the horrid conversation died down, so did Opiom start a new, more comfortable, conversation. “I haven’t been thinking about it too much. But considering the fluff, so do I think it should be something animal inspired.” Merie might have given it a thought when she first saw the rabbit, but then so hadn’t she spent it many thoughts. And thinking about not giving much thought, “and by the way, Opiom. I found a book a while ago and noticed I hadn’t high enough stats to use it. And I’m slightly curious about what I’ve found. Would you mind helping me check it?” She’d found the book in a cave while she was searching the Highlands for Pois. but as she stated so hadn’t she been able to either use or identify the book as her stats were too low. And she would love to know what it was before she sold it.

As soon as Opiom agreed to help, so did Merie hand her the book. Opiom only held it in her hand and looked at it for a second, “I want to buy this one, Cutie.” “Can you please first tell me what the book is about?” It was the first thing she wanted to know, and aftertaste so wouldn’t she mind selling it to Opiom. Maybe even going as far as trading it if Opiom had anything good to offer. “It’s a spell named Elemental-blast inside, and it’s very special since it’s more like an ability. But it means you’re creating a blast with one or more elements, and also get the chance to mix in status effects. But everything depends on the level of Elemental-blast.” Opiom made it clear that she would be in better use of the book than Merie, as Merie never would spend enough stats to get good with spells. “Sounds fine with me. And with that so can you get it, as you can bring something to the party with it.” “Doesn’t that mean you’re trying to bind me to the party, Cutie?” How did Opiom come to that understanding? All Merie meant was that she could have it, straight and simple. Dropping a sigh, if Opiom would try to fuck it up, so could Merie. “And do you really think there are other parties who would stand you? I mean, do you even stand yourself?” But honestly, there would probably only be a slight amount of parties which would stand her attitude and love for promoting anarchy. “Does that matter? Bound or not, I stay where I’m till I break it. And I won’t spare you any mercy. And about not standing myself, who the fuck doesn’t have parts about themselves that they can’t stand.” The latter part sounded strangely wise for being said by Opiom. And there could maybe be some truth to it. “But either way, so am I very grateful for the book. And I’ll forgive you for letting Anlie kidnap you during that weekend. And wishes you a clingy and wet time together.” Opiom could honestly have left the second part out, once again making it sound as if Merie and Anlie were more than they were. “And I spot a bunny.” At least so wasn’t Opiom holding on to it for very long, so it might be a small blessing in disguise.

They’d spent some time there, and Merie would like to say that she got what she wanted, opening the menu and writing a message to Opiom, “You don’t need to come back to me, I’m leaving this area. And if you come back, so do I recommend you to try to be more careful.” It’d gone so well for Opiom, till she blasted a bunch of rabbits at one time. She’d got the fur, but high on the multikill, so had she let her mind wander. Of course so could Merie tried to hurry over and save her, but she could think about many other, better, ways to lose EXP.

Using a teleport-stone, and escaping the dangerous ground. In a flash so was she standing in a familiar town, from which she headed straight toward the area she first met Pois. Which wasn’t because of any necessity, but only because she loved the view it provided. And if she only would play around with Potion-craft, so could she as well doing it in a relaxing atmosphere. Not to mention that it didn’t seem to be many players going there, for whatever reason? But in the end so didn’t it matter much. She liked the place and that was honestly all that mattered.

Merie went to one of the stones they’d used as a workstation before and got out the tools she needed to work. As she didn’t know what any of the new herbs had for effects, as she hadn’t tried them out, kinda sure she made a couple of new mixes. Which she later on might use in bombs, and pray for the liquid to not strengthen the enemies. Or if she was feeling mean, so could she also uses the bombs against unsuspecting players, even if it meant that she would need to sneak up on them, and then make sure she’d an escape plan if things would go for the worse. Of course so could she also take a page from that PK-Guild, which were assholes enough to set off bombs in the middle of a city. Thinking of it, so should she maybe try her luck again and try to poison the water in a city? No! Merie rapidly pushed away the thought. She couldn’t deny that it might be a good idea, but at the same time so was it a horrible idea. Not because it would be a cheap attack. But because it would be wrong killing the NPCs, which surely would’ve been along with the victims.

Looking at the mixes she’d prepared, nodding for herself. She would borrow a page from that Guild’s book and blow something up later on, and got a feeling the best result would be from a target in the city ruled by the Guild recently hunting PKs. Or, at the very least so would they deserve it. Even if they most surely would like to disagree, but that wasn’t anything out of her problem. Especially since it wasn’t her who went out and killed others, based on what they were doing in the game. Which was more than enough reason for her to get back at them, especially because they were attacking those that they suspected to be PKs.

Merie picked out the other material to create bombs, trying to use the mineral she’d found back with the other herbs. Just one to start with, messing with the material until she finally got it right. Still, as soon she finished it so did she walking over to another area. Holding the bomb and looking around to make sure she didn’t pull any unnecessary attention to herself, and sure she was alone so did she throw it as far as she could. Watching it hit the ground, a large whirling explosion shot up from the ground.

She was satisfied with the result and was sure she really would’ve some great use of this kind of bomb. Not that she thought about using them in something like the idea of bombing that city, as the swirling explosion wouldn’t do it. Rather so would it probably be out of better use against mobs or players during a fight?