[color=turquoise]Cinera
[u]Day 17 - Afternoon - Lvl 13[/u]
[@PyroDash888][@Zelosse]

Cinera finished brushing her hair with a final, painful yank and began cleaning up the room. It was much too like a real hotel, where the condition of the room actually mattered. It made her wonder why trivial details mattered to Kayaba, or if they even did? It must have taken some work programming even the little things, such as this. Then again, what could possibly have gone through the mind of someone who created a death game to trap thousands of people in? She didn't want to even think about the answer to that - there was no sense in trying to understand a lunatic's mind.

It didn't take long to clean up, and once it was done she walked out of the room to join Sapphira and Delcastle. The inn was already being repaired, huh? Figures. With as much power as people had in this game, buildings couldn't stay destroyed for too long. Cinera gave her friends a brief smile before noticing the expressions on her friends' faces; Sapphira was flushed a bright shade of red and Delcastle had his signature "I've-got-a-plan" grin on his face. [i]I don't even want to know what they were talking about.[/i] Sometimes it was better not to know.

[b]"I finished cleaning up the room. Where should we go?"[/b] Shifting her clothes again, still a bit uncomfortable with her girly appearance, Cinera walked over to the railing to look down at the people slowly making their way back inside. It looked like the chaos was over, at least. [b]"We could probably try to find some information about that group you mentioned..."[/b] Her gaze turned warily to Sapphira. The last thing she wanted was to bring up painful thoughts by mentioning the Glitch Fixers by name. Who were they, anyway? And how had they managed to inflict so much damage on her friend? A bit of anger rose up in Cinera as she thought about the people who were cruel enough to mangle a defenseless girl, and she turned to look back at the inn (partially to hide her anger from Sapphira). This situation needed to be handled delicately, but she was still trying to process how anyone would even think of hurting another person in a game like this. It made her hands tremble with the thought of bashing their heads straight. [i]This world is deadly enough, as it is... We don't need to be killing each other, too...[/i][/color]

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[color=red]ScarletRain
[u]Day 17 - Afternoon - Lvl 15[/u]
[@Zelosse][@Haeo][@BlackPanther]

Scarlet rolled her eyes at the two old men as they began to fight, again. Even after a moment like that, full of all the traditional warm and happy feelings, they went back to clobbering each other? [i]What a couple of idiots...[/i] Still, she couldn't help but to smile a bit at the two of them. They had been joined at the hip longer than she had been alive, and it was incredible that they were still in such good spirits with each other after all this time... even if their way of bonding was a bit strange. As soon as her eyepatch was adjusted, she went over to Reaper and accepted the trade for the belt. Once again, she was surprised by the quality and the stats. He must have worked on this ability a lot. Not only that, but he seemed to be keenly aware of the current strengths and weaknesses of each player he interacted with. Surely a leader at heart; she admired that about him.

After the belt was equipped, which gave a great accent to her outfit that she actually really liked, Scarlet went to the window to check on her grandfather. He had fallen unconscious in the bout of things. [b]"That might have been a bit much just for a hug,"[/b] She commented, glancing at Smart. He seemed unapologetic, but she didn't care either way. Her grandfather would surely wake up at one point or another. Honestly, the day was already wearing on her, as well. What with her aching body and the emotional turmoil, she relished this moment of actual peace in the day. And she did feel happy, that was sure; for the first time in awhile, her heart was at ease and there was nothing to worry about.

Except her eye, of course.

The burning sensation only seemed to get worse as time went on, but Scarlet did her best not to let it show. The pain was bearable, at this point, and she didn't want to give the old geezers anything else to freak out over. They would need to get to the end of that gorge, though... and soon. Nobody would find their way to the end in two days, right? She couldn't help but to worry about getting there and the potion or whatever being gone, already. Without the top-secret information, she was unaware that the source of the healing was flowing water, so it made her stress about getting there first. Had any players already made it through the gorge? They could already be too late.

[i]There's no point thinking about 'what ifs'...[/i] Feeling completely drained, Scarlet sat down at one of the unbroken tables and laid her head down, tiredly. Earlier she had complained about not wanting to wait around before going to the dungeon, but her head felt so heavy that she couldn't help taking a moment to rest. As she began to doze off just a little bit, her mind filled with thoughts and memories of her parents, wondering where they were now or how they might be doing... and then to her grandfather and honorary "uncle", who had looked after her all these years. Her heart was filled with warmth, and her eyes drifted closed as she allowed herself to indulge in this moment of peace, not even acknowledging the other players filing back into the inn and the NPCs already at work repairing the building.[/color]