[h2][center]Deneb[/center][/h2]

[i]"Hm... Okay, it looks like nothing's missing from my inventory, I've got a warp to the training hall, status and gear is intact..."[/i]

With a quiet stare at the visual interface in front of her, Deneb crossed her arms and leaned forward. As far as she could see thus far, everything was identical to how it was in [i]Emerald Odyssey[/i] while it was a game. Even the smallest details of the town square, high-poly as they were before, were translated into what could effectively be called reality. The only thing that remained up for debate, however, was skills.

"I wonder if I'll be able to use them naturally or be forced to activate them..." she sighed quietly to herself before the voice of a woman calling out to her caused the ninja to turn. Her new height wasn't something she had exactly adjusted to either, and after a second she realized that the source of the voice was [i]taller[/i] than her.

Damn. This was going to take some getting used to.

"Hm? Is there something I can help you with?" she asked, almost out of instinct. Deneb's gaze soon began zip about the woman's clothing, in an attempt to ascertain her identity, before a status indicator popped up at the edge of her field of vision.

"...Viridian, level 60 cleric, huh? Looks like you just hit the level, which means that you haven't run the 'Red God's Return' questline. Explains the staff and lack of BiS gear... Oh, sorry, don't mind me," she said, quickly waving in front of her as she realized what kind of information she was babbling. It was fairly obvious once 'status' had popped up that this was another player who had been dragged into the world, which confirmed one of her theories on the spot.

It was then, though, that another larger character seemed to approach them. The almost-carbon copy of Ganondorf was undoubtedly a player, and this wasn't the first time Deneb had seen him around, either. She wasn't much of a 'roleplayer' on either character, but credit was given where credit was due: food buffs were helpful during extended periods of farming for gear and materials, and it wasn't like throwing some money at a high level chef to get that handled wasn't a simple matter when she could simply leech off of her main's bank account.

"Mmm... I guess I'm supposed to call myself Deneb now, then?" she asked, stepping off of the bench and brushing herself off. Now that she was standing, the height difference between the two of the players in front of her compared to herself was... Jarring. And mildly aggravating, to boot.

"Now... You had a question for me? I'll answer to the best of my ability," she continued, focusing back towards the cleric in front of her.

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