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For Love of the Game	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 644 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lineage2 nor World of Warcraft (assuming I can work it in somehow), nor the characters from either. I do however own the characters I myself create. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Jenny stepped out of the shower and twisted her hair up into a towel to begin the drying process. Grabbing a second towel, she began the process of drying the rest of herself. She flung the used towel into the hamper as she paced around her room to the closet. Selecting an old t-shirt, one that had the faded graphics of one of her favorite bands, and then grabbing a set of underwear and light shorts from the drawers located next to the closet, she dressed quickly. That done, she removed the towel from hair and quickly scrubbed through it to get the last of the water out.
            Crossing back to the bathroom she frowned up at the ceiling, it was raining harder. The dog would need to come in at this rate. She flung the second towel into the hamper and picked up her brush and began the short process of brushing her hair, giving it a fluff for proper air drying, and then opened the door and walked through the dark and quiet house to the back door to let the dog in.
            Micardrin’s ears had long ago heard a person clearly moving through the now completely silent house. He had been incorrect it had seemed about that door leading to an outdoor area, or at least an area that opened to the outside. He had briefly considered leaving the building entirely but decided against it. For one, it was raining, and he had no wish to be out and wet, and two, he didn’t know anything about this new realm it seemed he’d stumbled into. Better to stay put in one location for now until he knew more. So he settled himself further into the softness and waited to see who was in the dwelling with him.
            As Jenny passed by the sofa, the cat came back, galloping through the darkness of the house. Jenny gave a lightly surprised hiss and froze tensely where she stood for a moment as the crazed cat dashed maniacally by her, the little claws ripping the carpet fiercely on its way past. She could just feel the cat’s tail graze against her leg on the mad dash. “Little shit.” She muttered briefly into the darkness of the living room before giving a little shiver and then resuming her trek through the house.
            Micardrin gazed upward at the woman as she paused by him and waited for the second pet to race past her. She was human and didn’t appear to be much, if any, different than the humans in his realm. He was curious about her attire however. That was very different. When she continued on her way, he stood slowly and followed her. As he fell into step behind her and she didn’t seem to notice him he became confident that she was indeed very similar to the humans he knew. This was confirmed moments later when she stepped on a soft object on the floor and screeched suddenly and lightly kicked out at the strange object before making a sound of disgust and kicking it away blindly.
            “Ugh! Raja! Kindly put your wet mousies elsewhere!” She hollered at the cat as she kicked the catnip toy away. She flipped on the kitchen lights as she stepped into the kitchen and crossed to the backdoor.
            Micardrin stopped as soon as the area became flooded with light and retreated back into the darkness a few steps.
            She unlocked the door and braced herself for what she knew would happen next. As soon as the door opened, her soaked dog immediately shouldered the rest of the way inside and proceeded to shake himself furiously in the center of the kitchen, soaking everything in the process. “Damnit, Loki! Stop!” She groaned as she flung the door closed again and bolted it. Snatching the beach towel kept by the door for just this purpose, she flung it at the still madly shaking dog and tackled him in a frenzy of her own to put an end to the ruination of her kitchen.
            “Loki! Stop! No! Bad dog!” The dog finally stopped and stood still, snorting in aggravation and lightly biting at her hands as she rubbed the towel over him. She couldn’t help but giggle at him as his mouth opened and he lightly raised his lips in a mock snarl at her while grunting and snorting. “Fiesty, huh?” She questioned him lightly as she ran the towel under him and then picked him up by it lightly.
            The dog quickly slid through the towel and shot a look into the dark living room and stared intently into it before turning away slowly and wandering over to his food dish. His collar dinged against it and he whined as he proceeded to lay down in front of it and gaze up at her forlornly. Rolling her eyes at the dog as she continued to mop up the kitchen floor with the towel by scooting around with her feet, she muttered, “It’s not like you’re starving, you know.”
            Micardrin watched all of this in silence. The fact that he couldn’t understand her at all was somewhat shocking. In his realm, the human language was the common language, he should know this. He’d been speaking it for centuries, so why couldn’t he now? As he watched her clearly struggle with her pet, it was clear to him that she wasn’t a summoner or a similar class. She began cleaning the water off the floor, all the while ‘arguing’ with her pet.
            Feeling something bump against his leg he looked down and noticed the cat from earlier was leaned against it while observing her and the dog, the ears turned back somewhat. The lack of reaction from her pets to his presence proved that his brothers spell had not dissipated. His brother, a summoner by class, had cast a spell upon him years ago so that all domesticated animals would see him as a friend and not react to him. A useful spell to have since many of his jobs required stealth. Refocusing on her, he noticed that she was now digging into a container in a corner and tossed the contents into the dog’s bowl. The dog stood up and began eagerly eating.
            Tossing the scoop back into the bin, she locked the lid into place and stood up. She opened an upper cabinet and reached inside for the tin of cat food. A familiar thump on the counter signaled Raja’s arrival. She popped the lid and peeled it back before dumping the contents into the clean bowl ready to receive it. Stepping on the garbage can lever, she dumped the empty tin into the trash and turned back to the living room. “Night, night you two.” She said with a yawn. Just as her hand was about to shut the light off, she stood stock still by the door and stared into the dark living room.
            “What the hell?” Did that one spot seem a bit more shadowy than the rest? Her nervous gaze turned to her dog for a moment, Loki was greedily eating without a care in the world. Shaking herself, she fingered the second switch on the panel and flipped it upwards as well. Light suddenly flared through her living room. “Oh shit…” Her eyes quickly trailed over the figure standing in her living room and placed him to easily be 6’4” or better.
            She couldn’t quite make out his clothing or features because of his strange winter jacket and the scarf wrapped around his face. But she could clearly see the metal of what could be a weapon at his hip. A gun maybe? Thinking quickly, she began easing back to the backdoor.
            Micardrin’s eyes narrowed and he spoke at her while unsheathing a dagger.
            Jenny stopped moving altogether at the sound of his voice. She couldn’t understand him but oddly enough it sounded vaguely familiar. It held a low, gravelly quality with a light hissing sound. However, it was the large knife he was withdrawing that held her attention. It was wickedly sharp, with large serrations. Her eyes flicked towards his and she shook her head no. Glancing back down at the weapon, she realized that more of it had been revealed. In the back of her mind, she noted that it looked strikingly like that of the vesper dagger. She shook her head at the absurdity of comparing a real weapon to a fake one and let out a scream before turning and making a dash for the door.
            Micardrin darted after her and, reaching over her shoulder, slammed the weapon into the door and effectively nailed the door shut as the blade sunk deeply into the wood. He hadn’t wanted to terrify her, but also didn’t want to chase after her. And chase after her he would because he knew she would go to the houses right next to hers and look for help. And there were too many houses here to risk that.
            Her eyes stared in horror at the extremely large blade sticking in her door frame. She could sense him looming behind her. His hand flexed around the dagger’s hilt, drawing her eyes to that, and released the weapon and placed his hand against the door. She knew she was caged in now. Her eyes refocused on the weapon…and she paused slightly as she stared at it. That looks awfully similar to…
            He kept his voice low, trying not to frighten her any more than what she clearly already was. Speaking in his native language, as he could not even begin to recall hers, he explained that he didn’t want to harm her, but couldn’t risk her possibly exposing him. As he explained this to her, a hand went to the scarf on his face and pulled it down, hoping that by removing that she could better gauge his tonal inflections and understand that he meant her no harm.
            Pulling away from her, he placed his hands gently on her shoulders and turned her to face him.
            Her mouth dropped open at the sight before her, her breathing stalling completely.
            Before her very eyes, in her kitchen, stood a dark elf from the game she’d just logged out of about an hour beforehand.
            Her voice was just above a whisper as she breathed out slowly, “Oh god…” Now that she could see him, her eyes flickered to his long ears, positioned exactly where and how she’d knew they’d be. His hair was steel gray and it was the somewhat closer cropped and pushed forward style that the game allowed for. Her eyes went to his and noticed that they were a strange shade of blue-gray. Flicking her gaze to his chin, she noticed he was clean shaven, assuming he even needed to shave…
            “Woman!” He snapped out, frustrated that she could no better understand him than he could her apparently. “I am not going to hurt you!” He was somewhat uncomfortable with the way she seemed to be studying him. It was as if she’d never seen a dark elf before.
            Ok…now was not the time to panic, he seemed to be getting irritated. Working on game knowledge, an irritated dark elf was, most likely, a dangerous one. At least, that was what she figured after having seen a video of the brief synopsis given regarding the dark elves personality as being both ambitious and aggressive. She snapped her jaw shut and forced herself to breathe slowly through her nose and held herself a bit more stiffly against the door.
            His eyes narrowed further at her sudden action, however he relaxed again as it seemed she was trying to pull herself together. When her gaze found his again, he lifted an eyebrow up in silent question, could he safely let her away from the door? Would she panic again and try to bolt?
            He took her silent stare and the single, curt nod from her as a sign that she would not bolt. Slowly and with great deliberation, he pulled away from her and centered himself in the room they were in. He would leave his main dagger where it was for now, buried in the doorframe, as a warning to her. It would also serve as an effective lock for him. Most humans couldn’t withdraw a dagger that was so deeply imbedded. Now he just needed to do the same with the second door, the only other door that led to the outside.
            Coming away from the door as cautiously as possible, she swung to his left and stepped around her still eating dog. Traitor, she thought bitterly, however, it was possible that he’d done something to her poor dog. Who really knew what a real dark elf was capable of?
            Stepping uneasily into her living room, she paced around and went to place the sofa and the coffee table between them. Get as far away from him as possible, she thought. As she looked at her sofa, she froze at the sight of what she knew was a very, very powerful bow, leaning against it, placed low against the ground rather than upright. One that if she’d seen ingame, she’d know immediately that she couldn’t beat him and would use a blessed scroll of escape to get away from him in a fight. It was a dark Helios thrower. A character would have to be a minimum of level 99 to use it.
            But how much could she trust a game to tell her about something that, as far as she knew, shouldn’t and didn’t exist in the first place? Why and how was he even here? As he stopped behind the very couch she was staring at, she realized she didn’t have the luxury of wondering about the why’s and how’s. She had to focus on the here and now and just be happy with being alive still after he’d placed his dagger in her door.
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