ERode

After Era Mythos

//AE 53, Sol 13
//After Hours

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_@PapiTan
Shedding her outfit and going incognito best she could, at least, helped dampen some of the influence of the Moon Arrow's sensitivity, and the hospital that Remington's had sent her the address to was a smaller, more exclusive one, no doubt meant for celebrity athletes to recover in.

The front desk receptionist, working her 7th shift in a row (Ministry-approved, due to the Nursing Union's negotiations two years back), did in fact point her towards the fourth floor, third wing when she mentioned Remy's name, and the rest of the journey went without much in particular to note. Machines beeped and buzzed, tablets sounded quietly through rooms, patients coughed and wheezed and dreamed. A few of the staff she passed nodded or smiled at her, but none of them appeared to guess that she was a 200,000 Fame Talent. Or maybe they did, but had seen enough other celebrity-types to no longer bat an eye when one visited.

And as for Remy himself?

In a warmly lit room with a window overlooking a budding garden, the dark-skinned athlete reclined upon the hospital bed, a conspicuously round hump bulging out from his covered body.

"Ah, Silvia," he smiled, gently, maternally, the incandescent glow making him akin to the quintessential expecting mother. "Surprise. I'm pregnant."

_@Digmata
Pearl pressed a thumb against the underside of her chin as Phoebe spoke, her own expression knotting in a mixture of confusion and concern. While every Talent at Aspera had been coached to expect some degree of enmity as one became more and more popular, her understanding of the Moon Arrow (because of course the Agency would share information on other Talents they were partnering up with) was that of someone who was brusque and professional, focused on realheroics. She wasn't a drama hound or she'd stop wearing a hood, and if she wanted money, fame, and sponsorships, there were far better ways to handle it than going on patrols and detaining petty thieves. And while there may be some tensions between the Moon Arrow and the Maiden of Hope, at the same time...

What Phoebe was describing sounded really bad?

"I do apologize, Miss Phoebe," Pearl spoke, compromising best she could, "but I'm not certain I possess enough information to really be able to make sense of this. Did the manager mention anything to you?" Her brows knotted, dark eyes narrowing in deeper thought. It was hard to tell how much of Elpis's empathy was 'real' from the perspective of someone who had nothing of the sorts; certainly, these perception-related abilities didn't stand up in court. Yet if it troubled her this much? If it was actually as dire as her visions seemed to make it out to be?

"Amaris isn't a Villain, is she? Or, well, even a Villain wouldn't harbor such feelings in the depths of their heart. It's just not professional or healthy to feel that towards any one person." Oh, but on the other hand... "But maybe it's just the influence of her Fame? Did you manage to have a talk with her after work?"

It wasn't unheard of for the perception of fans to start molding the inner personality of a Talent, after all. Perhaps a lone wolf persona like Amaris's somehow ended up developing an intense antipathy towards anyone whom she was forced to partner up with, and her managers simply didn't realize that side effect yet?

An Idiot's Dungeon Union [It's Monster Politik Time]

He’s gonna shift from a F2P Gacha model to a subscription model.

An Idiot's Dungeon Union [It's Monster Politik Time]

Mushrooms, lichen, and the livestock we keep on Level 42.

An Idiot's Dungeon Union [It's Monster Politik Time]

Adventurers call them monsters, but in the dungeon, we’re probably just co-workers.

Which means that I won’t be eating you. I’ll be eating the lunch that your wife packed for you and that you foolishly left in the fridge. This is what true PvP is: indirect violence and micro-aggressions.

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Huh? Why wasn't he leaving?

Sarnai wasn't expecting him to keep conversing with her after she had responded. On one hand, he had certainly finished displaying his own skills so he doubtlessly had time to chat, but on the other hand, why was he complimenting her? When all she did was draw a crossbow? What did it even mean, to draw a crossbow as if it were made of top-shelf materials? She did it this way because she wouldn't be able to do it without respecting proper form and all that! Should she say it though? Should she mention that fact to him? Should she shoot first and then speak after? No, time was ticking away now, Sarnai, and he was smiling too. Better not do anything to turn that smile upside down then. Take two breaths, and speak. One, two.

The peasant girl returned his smile with her own, polished over years at the tavern. A smile on the borderline of genuine, one that was meant to be polite and yet still contained a core of true happiness towards this 'patron'. Keeping her crossbow pointed down, she maintained a steady gaze just below his nose, for of course eye contact remained a faux pas no matter how cordial a higher-class individual appeared and the tone she adopted was gentle but clear, tinged with the flavor of wistful nostalgia. "It's my mother's. Despite the changes I've made and the parts I had to swap out over the years." A crossbow that a ten year old could use was not the same as one that a twenty year old could use. "I treat it the way I do because it can't be replaced, and if it broke now, I doubt the people here would be willing to lend me another." She paused. She didn't think herself as much of an archer either, so she offered another denominator that he could use. "I suppose it's been ten years since I began hunting with it, and it's kept me better fed than I would've been without it."

Another pause, slightly more awkward.

"May I proceed to the targets now, young master?"

An Idiot's Dungeon Union [It's Monster Politik Time]

>live streaming

Time to hit em with the TV Crew.

An Idiot's Dungeon Union [It's Monster Politik Time]

Oh, there’s a Gacha? How much is a ten pull?

An Idiot's Dungeon Union [It's Monster Politik Time]

After thinking about it, I’ve only got one thing in mind.

Gonna turn the safe zone of the dungeon into a den of vice and rob the adventurers for all they’re worth (before using the gold gained to fill the treasure chests).

An Idiot's Dungeon Union [It's Monster Politik Time]

Can’t believe I’m going to be overemployed now. Dap me up.

Return of a Failed Generation

"What's the point of this pretense?"

It came out harsher than he expected, but Ferrucio simply didn't see the point of stepping around the issue, of delaying the conversation, when such a response alone was already enough to confirm things. There were others who had remembered the reversed future. With Rodin and Lucas both alluding to this, as well as the changes in behavior that he witnessed in Ophelia, the mongrel-son could even conclude that only those who made it to the final fight, perhaps even those who only witnessed the clash between the Demon Lord and the Patriarch, were gifted this...what?

Reward? To be burdened by what is to come, and to desperately chase after a way to undo things?

He looked towards Rodin, then to Lucas.

"I've suffered such awkward encounters for too long before, Rodin, and I've no longer the stomach for it now." His eyes narrowed in contemplation. "If you'd like to share a table at the cafeteria though, I wouldn't mind. Though from my perspective..." The Patriarch matched the Demon Lord while injured, and that was after 11 years of growing older, of exhausting himself in battle. "...convincing the House to strike preemptively may make for a simpler solution than letting it all spiral out of control."

It really didn't matter to him who listened in. Let them draw their conclusions.

In his previous life, he was simple. This time, he didn't mind being mad.