[center][h1][b]Nova[/b][/h1][/center][hr][hr]
Akira was gazing up into the sky mindlessly when one other person approached. Based on his gear, she judged him to be another player. “He is, even though I’ve already given him a potion,” she confirmed, nodding at the man slumped besides her.

Then, from the opposite side of the ally, a robed one approached. When the hood fell off, Akira gasped, “Windstar?” in recognition. She was already half-up when the woman motioned irritably for her to calm down and stay still. Akira did so, watching baffled as she quickly patched up the gash on her forearm, then got working on the messenger.

“Questions…I don’t even know to start, I’ve got so many,” she muttered quietly. Another player, who’d appeared when she hadn’t been paying attention, got in a question first.

Akira ruffled her hair – upon passing by her fluffy canine ears, she remembered she’d decided to take on the role of Nova. [i]Not like we’re two different people. Doesn’t mean I have to think like a native either,[/i] she determined.

“Yeah, that’s important, the city hasn’t ever been attacked when– before.” She’d been about to say when this all had been a game, but stopped in the last second to change tracks. “I’ve kinda been wondering…Do you remember us? You’re, uh…known as a sort of helper to us pla– err, [i]adventurers[/i]. But you must have met so many…” Nova trailed off, staring at Eunice incomprehensibly. 

It was wild to consider that from her point of view, she’d met and helped every single person that now got trapped here. Of course, that was assuming NPCs has the same stories now as they had in game, and ‘remembered’ it. Nova didn’t even want to think about how they could have done so when they’d only been a part of the program, because it made her head hurt.