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That One Save I Forgot

After being convinced to download the latest Full Stream hit game Fallen Arc 2: Online by his friend, Hakeem reluctantly gives it a try. Quickly he realizes this game is not like the original Fallen Arc he played so long ago, but rather an evolution of the entire platform. Building bonds, and having to shatter others, Hakeem pushes to discover everything this 'game' has to offer.

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Many of those hitching a ride on the wagon had awoken, taking to their own two feet rather than await the slowing transports complete arrival. Departing individuals did so typically after extending a form of gratuity, through the medium of bids. 

Sebast graciously accepting these without forcing any to open their pockets.

When the rolling cart had finally reached the city's great gate not a soul was could be seen stationed outside of it, the portcullis remaining open fully to any who arrived.

Entrance to the city was nigh abrupt. From the outside you could assume the city had a high amount of traffic, but a quiet population. Though this was thrown away immediately once stepping foot within its limits.

Alone the streets branched off into any, and every direction. Neatly the road system gave way to countless who sought to explore the jungle of stone. 

Pathways not cutting directly through the heart of the city were, for as Leek could see, filled to the brim with with vendors of all natures. A clash of culture stood out as people each wanted to push their own unique feeling to rope in customers. 

These stalls did not have much spacing between themselves. Cannibalization of sales seemed to occur frequently, the average person only buying from a single one of these carts.

-Sebast: "Twas a fun time young man, but I do still have a job to do." He brought his ass' to a full halt, alluding to his reluctancy to continue any further into the city.

-Leek: Getting down from his temporary throne he went to the front, facing Sebast. "My bad, I thought you'd give me a tour of the place... old geezer."

To this the people who had been in wait boarded Sebast's transport wagon, packing it to visual capacity. Sheer variety of people in wait for his services was astonishing. People of distinctly different skin tones, armor styles/types, and general demeanor.

-Leek: "Hmm. You have a lot of clients, and range of them." A tad smidge of sarcasm bled from his words, questioning the mans business capabilities. "Anyways. You better keep in touch with me, even just a letter would be fine."

-Sebast: An unrestricted grin shown through the mustache on his face. "Of course. So long as you respond in a timely manner! Take care young man."

*Bing* 'You Have Become Friends With Sebast; formed a unique relationship!'

Both Sebast and Leek bid due to one another, expecting of each other a greatness they yet saw in themselves. 

When peering at the vast nature of the jungle before him he noticed how people would spill into the streets, all finding themselves intertwined, straightened once more as they left from view. 

Leek knowingly had taken an extended route in aim for the Adventurers Guild building, searching for the subtle sights of the new atmosphere he was provided. Weaving between buildings, through alleyways, and across long stretches of thin ground surrounded by growling waters.

Catching his eyes as he progressed was the varying interests of the people he would pass had. Many went about their business dressed in wealthy garb, their fingers chocked by golden rings, and a lack of imperfections of their portrayed person.

Others would be in groups that did not falter in their choice of protection. Knight-like armor shrouding an individual in mystery, accompanied by others who were physically sturdy but more practically more nimble in choice of apparel.

Long articles of clothes hung from the least clad in metal amongst the sets of people. And in congruence with the business people they sported rings of varying material on their fingers, however the gems embedded in this material were more prominent. 

Conversations Leek would hear in passing stacked onto the feeling of diversity. Talking points for the construction of new buildings, discussion of some passionate political situations, marketing points to better capitalize on customer retention, techniques used to properly smith needed items... and so on.

At a point on his travel he found it troublesome once again to traverse the streets. Some catalyst had resulted in an influx of people to consistently drip into the roads. Causing an overlap of who he understood to stand out, making the waves of people become a blur to him.

-Leek: "Jeez, how many people are in this section of the city?" His spinning thoughts came to head when he faced a relatively large set of double doors, not much different to the pair in the town he stared in; more simplistic in design.

No line could be seen from outside, rather everyone who sought service entered without hesitation. He, in follow, welcomed himself into the building as such also.

In contrast to the fully lit atmosphere of the tunneling streets outside the building was fairly dim. Shadows were even plentiful in the more obscure places. 

A centerpiece was hanging from the ceiling, clearly standing as the main source of light. A chandelier of open flames that were abnormally bright for their size. 

Aiding in the work of illuminating the large hall were other singular torches, scattered knowingly across the many walls of the hall, all decorated to appear less barbaric.

-Leek: Shifting his head around to appreciate the detail Leek stood in place momentarily. "Quailty is better overall, but the other place def had more personality..." He had loudly whispered to his own interest.

"Hey! Don't you go disrespecting our Guild Hall there!"

Hearing this comment Leek felt as though it came from his left, a large round table with approximately twelve seated members. 

For a moment he did question if he again misconstrued where the disembodied voice originated from. Thinking of the context needed to understand the clearly aimed outburst. 

-???: "Yeah punk, I'm talking to you!" From the seated party a woman had taken a stand, giving clear claim to the disrespecting voice. 

Indistinct chatter arose within the rest of the seated people who remained placid at the table; pair of groans thrown in as though to spice the sounds of their mouths. 

-Leek: His face contorted as the woman failed to allude to her reaction being a joke. "What exactly is your problem?"

-???: From the other side of the table she hurled her words. "We don't take kindly to the weak bad mouthing our stuff. Especially when they walk in here with no affiliations!" Her tone seemed to become more exaggerated as she continued to speak. 

-Leek: "Bro, to be honest with you... I don't give a single fuck about you ideals, or whatever." These words were direct and monotone, "Was nobody talking to you in the first place." 

Emotions on the violent side of the spectrum flared clearly from the woman. She took no time in closing the gap distancing Leek and herself. 

When up close her stature was two-three inches above Leek's. Using the height difference she placed as much emphasis on intimidation as she could. 

-Karyel: "You must not play this game much, boy, but don't let the lack of a level above my head deceive you." Crouching slightly, to face Leek's directly, she tilted her face inches from his.

During this exchange two more of the people who had been seated beside Karyel got up, standing on either side of her. These two did not engage in her aggression but did fail to help in any way. 

A look of expired embarrassment was the only thing of substance they provided.

-Leek: Any joy had been stripped from his face. "I got stuff to do. Go bully someone else ifya don't mind." He turned to leave the predicament, going to the front desk with workers in wait for  assignment.

A jolt from his shoulder forced him back. To his surprise Karyel had not moved from her place, in her stead was the man on her left. His hand had extended from beneath the cloak he shrouded himself under.

-???: "Woah there!" He did not take lightly to the blatant show of ignorant independence. "Don't get ahead of yourself dude. Have some damn manners."

-Karyel: Smiling all the way to her left ear, she gladly continued with her affront. "The Adventurers Guild doesn't take easy to any who attempt to stand out..." She waited for a brief moment to ensure attention, "Especially those who get caught in the crosshair of a Ranked Guided Journeyman!"

Leek's eyes jumped between the people before him. He wanted to react yet refused to do so as he knew there was an insurmountable strength difference. Even just his left shoulder being held put the groups capabilities into perspective. 

Karyel was diffidently the leader, but his comparison in strength was towards Zhyen. The sheer feeling his hold had immediately dispelled any underplaying ignorance he had for the three.

Waiting patiently was the man to her right. He showed no desire to speak, rather he exuded a single thought, the want to 'cut down.'

His right hand was barely visible from Leek's position but could be glimpsed gently caressing the great sword on his back. Due to its size it was not sheathed, instead, hastily wrapped in a cloth to reduce its intimidating presence.

-Zhyen: His hand released Leek from his terse capture. "You should apologize. karyel isn't the kind you'd want having a target on your back." Reason seeped from his words, giving the want to  believe what he spoke.

-Karyel: "Now don't forget my time is money! You did use my time did you not!?" The grin on his face extended to form a vile full teethed smile, outstretched to touch both her ears.

Coming from Karyel was a foreign feeling. The armor armor she was clad in mixed with her naked want to hurt, pulling the sense Leek felt straight from a spoiled dream.

"Let the boy finish his matter Karyel." A soft voice spoke loudly to draw attention. "If you wish to commit thievery then I warrant you to exit my hall, otherwise leave him be."

Dropping as she recognized the voice, Karyel misplaced the acquired smile she so held shortly ago. Her eyes swelled with disgust as she backpedalled her actions. 

She didn't even take the little time needed to confirm the person with the voice.

Karyel, Zhyen, and the great sword wielding man all returned to the round table they had occupied. Reuniting with the other people who had remained in place.

Leek stood motionless, even after the three were not hindering his movement. His breathing was shallow as he pooled his rationality to remain composed after the injustice.

-???: "I apologize on behalf of Karyel and her band of thugs. I sought naught to interject, but the implied inclusion of robbery will not be tolerated under any circumstance in this hall." As these words spewed from his mouth the man had approached Leek.

-Leek: Agitation was still present on his face, not caring that the man it was direct towards had been his savior. "Yeah. Can I get serviced now, I done wasted my time enough."

-Volun Sarek: The short man took himself through the building, skipping the short line of people who were in wait for assistance. "Yes, follow me."