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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙨 [Starter for @OathOfTheKing] “Another new world.” A lone woman mutters upon finding herself transmigrating to yet another new world. She still has yet to begin tracking down the cause of these transmigrations but she was used to them by now. She dusted off her pristine white dress-like robes and gave a glance to the land around her. She was standing on the side of a large dirt path, a vast meadow stretching to the horizons in all directions. It seemed to be a major path for travel as horse drawn wagons and carts passed by her in both directions. It seemed the people riding upon the beasts and transports didn’t notice the sudden appearance of the woman, but her unique clothes did earn her some curious glances. None of them stopped to question her or offer a ride, however. “How rude. They’re just going to let a pretty girl stand on the side of the road?” She puffed out a cheek at the affront, conveniently ignoring the fact that she couldn’t fight off simply fly if she felt like it. Or perhaps she wasn’t ignoring it but choosing not to resort to her own means of transportation. A new world meant a new dynamic. Maybe seeing a woman flying around was outrageous, perhaps even illegal or something ostracized witches did. Violet shook her head at the thought. She didn’t want to draw needless attention to herself until she had more information about where she had been taken to. “I suppose walking never killed anyone.” She summoned her ornate magical scepter for both protection and use as a walking stick. Eyeing up the wagons, she saw what appeared to be a merchant caravan and began to walk in the direction it was traveling, trusting it would lead her to a village or town.

“Well you didn’t, so you get the blame for it. Take responsibility properly.” She cheekily admonished Ihwa with a grin. One arm relinquished its hold around her neck to protect the snacks deposited upon her flat stomach.

“I never heard about anything like that from my old world. Perhaps it just works differently where you come from.” Violet held her hands up and shrugged, giving up on the idea of a contract for now. Avenger seemed to be rather paranoid about the idea, what use was there in pushing it further? “Since that idea is out for the time being, the only other suggestion I have is that we simply team up for a while. Even if a connection is impossible, there’s no reason we can’t fight together. I can provide defense, healing, and buffs, you can handle combat.” It was a tried and true small party formation. A Support class joining up with a Tank or a DPS, covering the basics of offense and defense with only two classes available.

Violet followed along after Pito, keeping a respectable distance so her gunslinging partner could spring into action at any moment. Their footsteps echoed off the walls of the cave, a monotonous melody that initially filled the silence of the cave before becoming dull, repetitive noise. Violet too had loads of experience with dungeon crawling. It was a staple of gameplay back in Illusory World. The one thing she had forgotten? How dull the early dungeon was. Unless it was an end game dungeon no one was putting entertaining monsters or traps so soon after the entrance. Eventually the pair came upon an open room, vast in its volume. Small boulders littered the floor, providing spots of cover, along with some decrepit, crumbling pillars of stone. Violet barely had a chance to get a glimpse of the skeletons meandering about the room before a hand upon her hand forced her into a crouch behind a low, wide boulder. “Alright then, Miss Lookout, you needn’t force me to my knees so rough. It’s only simple undead. I wouldn’t even need my basic spells to handle them.” While she admonished Pito, Violet spread out her soul network to fill the room, verifying the number and species. “Definitely Undead, but they’re all pretty low level. There’s about twenty or so of them. Some of them have mid level armor on. Nothing difficult to deal with.” But the interesting thing was that there were so many this soon into the dungeon and some of them had rather decent armor. Ordinarily adventurers might’ve had a spot of difficulty handling a horde like this. But Violet and Pito weren’t ordinary adventurers. “How shall we go about this? There’s no reason to keep any of them alive. They probably don’t have any information to share.” #VoidTribunal

Apathy.xn--6ii I’ll do my best to go to the starter and replies I owe when I wake up.

“Because you’ve never invited me, hmph.” Violet falls lightly within Ihwa’s arms, her own slender limbs sliding over Ihwa’s shoulders, hands linking behind her neck.

“Hmmm, you know, if I just accompanied you everywhere, we wouldn’t need to worry about when you’re not busy.” When was the last time she had been carried like this? She can’t recall, but it gives her a sense of nostalgic from a life long left behind. It was tragic how easy it was to forget the simple joys.

Ooop, up she goes, into the strong shoulders of the other woman. It’s not a bad seat if she had to say so herself. She places her hands upon Ihwa’s head to steady herself. “I didn’t want to bother you; you’re usually so busy focusing on your goals, while I don’t really have anything to strive for.” She had a couple of things in motion but they were moreso for her own entertainment than anything.

“I don’t need to sleep or eat, I can’t get drunk or fall ill. So I’m good as I always am.” Puffing her cheek more, letting Ihwa have her fun poking the air bubble from one cheek to the other and back again.

“I have no idea what you mean, I am being perfectly polite.” She’d poke a lightly puffed cheek.

“You misunderstand, Miss Avenger. My magic may be Light and Holy, but that’s after the MP, or what you call Mana, is infused. On its own, MP has no element. My understanding of these contracts is that the Master feeds Mana directly to their Servant. So I wouldn’t be feeding you Radiance, just pure Mana.” It occurred to Violet that she would need to explain the mechanics she carried over from Illusory World. If she were to be honest, it had taken her a while to understand how game mechanics translated into a real world, but with the understanding she had now, she was confident she could dissuade Avenger of her worries. “If that’s still not satisfactory, there really isn’t much else I can offer besides making a party together and offering my power as Support.” What a head scratching conundrum this was turning out to be. Unconventional solutions weren’t volunteering themselves in her mind at the moment, she’d have to learn more about Avenger to gain a better understanding of how this Saint Graph worked. Perhaps if she could create a copy via the Kabbalah and take her time experimenting on it…

“Hello there, Miss Ihwa.”