[center][h2][color=00a651]Unrelenting Jukebox[/color]
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EXP: 84,700[/center]

The aftermath of a heist. The getaway. Often the scene of a thrilling highspeed chase away from authorities and either through sheer speed and skill or clever deception, the thief makes his escape… The lack of thrilling pursuit left Jukebox a bit disappointed, but not very. He completed his quest and got some EXP. It was going to be a long night. The Faded City had four radiant locations for heists scattered throughout the city for the repeatable quest. Once you gathered the requisite reputation with the NPCs you could then be assigned the quest. It wasn’t a bad quest all things considered. There wasn’t much of an EXP reward but the gems were nice accessories to be sold and the quests themselves were often multistage before the heist…

Looking at his messages as he followed the map marker to the next location, Jukebox looked sadly at the ever-increasing amount of unread mail. He knew what they were. Updates. Battle reports. Requests for locations. All from the Green Guild. It was a joke, [i]he[/i] was a Joke-box. Waging war, it’s supposed to be natural. Shifting alliances, plotting double crosses within double crosses while crossing your fingers behind your back to make sure that by the time it all ended, you were on top. He hated that. It wasn’t entirely a lie when he said he was just playing the game. He was fulfilling a quest, getting loot, working to level up. But it was now different for him. Before it was etching out a way to survive later in life. Now he was doing it as escapism from the reality this war brought.

An alliance with the White Guild? Well, that seemed like another Sunday for the shifting world of DGO. This however felt completely different. It was nothing he could directly point to and say “Look, here! This is wrong, this is different!” it was a vague sense of authenticity. That Verdant Grin wasn’t plotting to strike the White Guild when their backs were turned as would be normal. It felt like a genuine long-term alliance and Jukebox… [i]Alex[/i] wanted nothing to do with that alliance. Normally it simply told him which colours to look out for out in the wide world. Now it was who would hunt him to the ends of the earth. 

So, Jukebox stocked up on identity hiding items under the pretence of questing… then it slowly became legitimate. Ironically the perfect way to hide from war was to play the game. Then he subconsciously used his anonymity while questing to sow discord within ranks of the White Guild. As a white spectre, hiding his face and attacking players of guilds, sending lynch mobs after White Guild players as they sought ‘revenge’. Then in the name of questing he accidentally attacked one of his own Guild members. And didn’t feel a thing. No remorse. No regret. Jukebox wore the colours, but wasn’t one of them. Maybe he never was. So, the tiny pockets of strife that cropped up due to his actions… it was satisfying in a way. It vented his frustrations at the war at how this was no longer the DGO he was familiar with.

Clashing of weapons and faint echoes of witty repartee broke Jukebox out of his lamentations, how long since genuine conflict that wasn’t solely war related like this rang in his ears. No one talked like that in his experience. Not anymore. Now it was all serious business. It was slightly off course, but it was almost a siren song bringing a grin to his face.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGTwbqrFuGE[/youtube]

Sound rang out from his chest, putting a spring in his step. As he approached he equipped his LAPD 2019 Blaster, the twin triggers of the gun feeling uniquely comfortable to him. Rounding the corner, he saw the two fighters, glimpsing their names he saw a Butterfly and a Tiger.

[color=00a651]“I stumbled across a zoo fight~♪” [/color]legitimate joy in his voice, it was all Jukebox could do to not dive into the fray.

[color=00a651]“Don’t mind me, I’m here to admire you two~!”[/color] the fingers on the triggers belaying his excitement at wanting to join, eying his health and seeing he was almost completely healed from his questing, tensed like Rampaging Tiger’s namesake ready to pounce. He had no idea what had come over him honestly. He was questing and causing mischief within the White Guild by cosplaying as them, he gained nothing by joining in, but he was at this moment, happy.