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Blake took his time with character creation.

If Cairos Tech was going to drop him into some massive virtual duel world, he was at least going to look good doing it. By the time he finally loaded into the hub, his avatar looked exactly how he wanted: pink and fabulous.

The place itself was… a lot.

White platforms. Blue glowing lines. Giant holograms of Blue-Eyes and Dark Magician looming overhead like the company really wanted to make sure nobody forgot what game this was based on. Around him, new players were already chatting amongst themselves.

Blake, for his part, stayed where he was and let the welcome message play. Petit Angel floated near his shoulder, as threatening as a plush keychain. Dunames Dark Witch stood a little farther back at his side.

By the time Tour Guide finished explaining the basics, Blake had already picked up on one thing. Most people here were probably going to see a guy wearing pink with a cute monster, and make assumptions fast.

That was fine. They usually did.

He glanced toward the portal leading to the World of Grace, then toward the nearby cluster of players forming parties. Some looked excited. Some looked cocky. Most looked loud. Blake adjusted one sleeve and looked at his partners. [color=pink]“Well,”[/color] he said lightly, [color=pink]“let’s go prove a point.”[/color] With that, he started toward the portal at leisurely pace.