Floor 1 (OPEN)

Ovan remained silent when Phoenix called him a PKKer. So they thought he was his brother, made sense Ovan was using his brother's character and he was using his screen name but unfortunately they had a few differences. For one the original Ovan didn't have a large cylinder on one of his arms and the original Ovan was at a much higher level then Ovan is now, but that didn't matter. They wanted the Ovan who would easily rip any opponent infront of him to shreads, and unfortunately this was not that Ovan. Getting up from his chair he slowly began to walk out of the bar. As he got closer and closer to the door he said, "I'm not a PKKer.... not anymore"

He wasn't a PKKer anymore? Lefray watched Ovan head toward the door. It was understandable, he decided. With the way things were now, what was acceptable in the game had changed. Player Killing was now murder, and Player Killer Killing was akin to execution or bounty hunting. Sword Art Online had become a very serious place, and Lefray couldn't blame Ovan for his change of heart.

Well, if Ovan didn't want to be a part of this fresh guild, then Lefray wouldn't chase him. He preferred working alone himself, anyways. He did still want to work with Phoenix, though. She would be quite useful in this dangerous world.

And besides, Lefray thought Phoenix was kind of cute.

Phoenix watched Ovan get up and leave, he also told the two that he wasn't a Pkker. Phoenix shushed him and was happy that not many heads turned his way. She got up and sprinted over to him. "I'm glad that you're not a Pkker anymore, it's dangerous, but we could use you. Other people don't know that you aren't a Pkker anymore, they would still be afraid of you." Phoenix explained to him in whispers. "You may not kill anymore, but people are still afraid of your name!" She finished as she got down from her tippy toes. She then rolled back onto the balls of her feet, hoping that he'd consider the option.

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