Leagueless

Ike

A lone dungeon crawler walks out of the black dungeon in the early afternoon. The lone dungeon crawler is a slim man in his late teens. He stands a five feet five inches tall. He has light blue hair that is done in a spiked up style. He has deep blue eyes with a thin ring of green round the pupils. He wears a basic set of light armor, and carries a small backpack. He is greeted by a young woman with green hair and green eyes. She is in a plain black dress uniform that all female dungeon hall staff wear. "Hello, Ike. How was the dungeon today?"

"Oh hey Calla. It was the same as always I guess. Got some lucky drops today so decided to end the day early." He responds as he stops at the top of the stairs.

"Got any plans for the rest of the afternoon? I get off in about an hour. So maybe you and I can go do something." Calla says as if to tempt him.

"I have a few things to drop off and pick up. I will have to decline your offer this time." Ike starts to head towards the exit.

"You are a jerk! You should actually socialize with someone every once and a while!" She says hurt.

"You know you still love me. Fine next day I take off from the dungeon we can go do something." He says trying to calm her. He stops and turns towards her.

"And when might that be!?"

"Umm. A week from tomorrow."

"Better be good then. Pick me up at the fountain in the middle of town?"

"Sounds good I guess. Since I have to be social."

"It is a date then!" She smile in triumphant.

"No. We are just hanging out with each other."

"It's a joke calm down. Now go do what you need to."

"Bye Calla." Ike walks out into the center of town.

Ike heads starts to head west trough the town. He feels the gazes of people falling apon him. All looking down on him for being a solo dungeon crawler. He walks on as if he doesn't know their piercing stares are all aim on him. "Let's hope the drunk isn't our here today," Ike thinks to him self.

"Get outta hur solo!" Scream and old man. He smells of booze. Ike goes to walk around the drunken man. The drunk pushes him backwards. "Scram yu no gud solo," the drunk slurs. Ike calmly turns around and walks the other way. Once he is a couple yards away the drunk throws a rock and yells, "Hur sometin for da road!" Ike without turning around catches the stone and keeps walk away.

"That drunk sure has it out for me," mumbles Ike to himself. He turns and goes around where the drunk is continuing on his way.

After a couple of minutes of walking he leaves the middle of town. The stares lessen from there. He goes down a side street off the main road. He enters a small restaurant called dungeon burgers. "Hey Tony. I got the meat you requested." An older am worn by age greets him. The man has a tanned complexion with short brown hair.

"Ay! Ike, I can always count on you to deliver!" Says Tony as Ike walks up to the counter of the restaurant. "You know at of all the people I have hired to bring me meat you are the best one!" Ike shakes his head as to object. "No really man. The meat you bring is always fresh and so good. You must let me give you better pay for this high quality meat you bring!" Tony starts to pull out his wallet.

"Don't you dare Tony! We agree to a hundred dollars a week and that is what it will be." Ike takes of his bag and starts to unload the meat. He pulls out seventy-five pound of dungeon creature meat out of his magic storage bag.

Tony sighs slightly defeated. He turns to the back of the restaurant. "Hey Alex, come put this meat in the freezer!" Tony yells back to a worker. He turns back to Ike. "Since you won't take more pay at least let me make you a dungeon burger each day for your lunch down there!"

"Okay Tony you talked me into it. But I have one condition." Tony raises an eyebrow at this. Ike cracks a big smile. "You got to throw in some dungeon fries!"

Both give out at great laugh at this. "You drive a hard bargain, but you got it!" Alex comes up front and starts taking the meat to the back. "Just come by each morning and I'll have it ready to go!" He holds out his hand to Ike. Ike gives him a firm hand shake.

"Well I will see you bright and early tomorrow then!" He grabs his bag and leaves the building. He walks back to the main road and continues on his way home. The building slowly start to become less cramped.

Several blocks later he gets to his house. He pulls out his keys and unlocks his door. Inside the flips a light switch on. Hanging his bag on a hook. He takes off his light armor and lays it out on his coffee table. He goes to the bathroom and throws his blood stained clothes in a pile. He takes a long shower scrubbing blood and dust off himself.

Once done Ike grabs a spray bottle and rag. He sits on his couch and cleans his armor. Making sure to leave no drops of blood on it at all. Next, he does the same to his wepons. His armor and weapons shine when he finishes. Grabbing the now bloody rag he takes it to his bathroom. He tosses it and the pile of clothes in a magic machine that washes, dries and fold clothes.

Ike slips into his pajamas. Turning off all the lights he heads to his room. He turns a fan on before crawling into bed. He quickly drifts off to sleep.