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Brisk, fresh air and a gentle breeze. Largoes’ eyes open to a wide blue canvas, dotted with carefree clouds, and a gleaming sun in the center of the sky. The vine-covered buildings of Akihabara littered the sides of his view as the boy lay on the ground. The sun warmed his fur, and his tail was tentatively curled around him. New sensations that he hadn’t quite gotten used to, but that he very much welcomed. With some effort, he sat himself up with a pained face and a quiet ‘tsk’. The ground was proving to be a poor place to rest, and every morning, he woke up more and more sore. But, in a way, that made this all even better. Every morning was like waking up to a dream, but everything was so real… A bit of pain here and there only reassured him that this wasn’t just some elaborate dream. There’s no longer a medium between him and his avatar—He is his avatar, now.

Largoes stood himself up, stretching and swaying his tail. He’d adjusted to the Apocalypse much faster than most, honestly. While most were panicked and scared, all trying to find a way to log out, or wake up from this strange dream, Largoes was already comfortable in his avatar’s skin. –Fur? …Fur. Since he’d started playing, there was no farce between him and his avatar. He acted like he would have in his avatar’s place, and because of that, he found he was most comfortable on roleplaying servers. In a way, the Apocalypse had simply created one big, sophisticated roleplay server.

“..T-though, it’s a lot less ‘roleplaying’, and a lot more ‘reality’…” The otter mused, rubbing his head. Still, it was a welcome change for him.

Largoes stretched out again, working on getting used to his new body, still. Sure, he was still humanoid, but having a full coat of fur and a tail isn’t something one can accurately simulate in their imagination, no matter how hard they try. He looks more like a battle-ready priest than a Guardian, what with his cloth armor. That, coupled with his strange appearance and markings, tended to give him weird looks.
He crosses his arms, starting a slow walk around the city of Akihabara. His friend Aiko was nowhere to be found… Last night felt a bit hazy, really. There was some kind of celebration over finally having food that tastes like food again, and he thinks his drink may have been spiked… As he tries to recall all of this, he tugs his scarf up, embarrassed. He must have been a total lightweight to have conked out after one spiked drink.

He approached the Silver-Leaf Tree, the heart of Akihabara. For now, it was a sort of ‘player pick-up’ area for parties needing extra members. There didn’t tend to be too many people around, despite that, and it was a wide open area. If Aiko were looking for him, she’d likely give the area a look-over.

“Man, I was really hoping to explore another dungeon, today… I-If I embarrassed myself as bad as I think I did l-last night, though… M-maybe she doesn’t even want to see me, for a little while.” Largoes thinks out loud, bringing his hands behind his head as he pads his way towards the tree. He glances over to a discussion going on at the base of the tree—Was that a party? It looks like one person was begging, or pleading to join a party. Or… Apologizing? Laughter followed, with the embarrassed figure hanging his head somewhat. Largoes comes a bit closer as the group departs, leaving the one straggler behind. He could never stand people like that, but he'll just have to let them go. Wouldn't do to wake the Royal Guard, after all.
The otter blinks, slightly taken aback as the other person’s information is drawn up into his vision like a game menu. He lets out a startled squeak, fortunately muffled by his scarf. T-that seemed to be part of this new reality, but he hadn't gotten used to it, yet.

“K.. Kosuke?” He says out loud as he reads the display. The Samurai was hunched over by the time he’d finished reading, looking more insecure than anything else. The name felt familiar, somehow, but being a wayward traveler, it’s hard to really put a name to a face. As Largoes tentatively approaches the Samurai, he pauses. Maybe he shouldn’t get involved. He’s definitely close enough that it’s clear he was coming by to greet him, but…

The Guardian looks aside for a moment, rubbing his shoulder. “--Bah, I a-already came over, so…” He mutters, turning back to Kosuke with a quiet huff. He’s a lot friendlier than he used to be, sure, but he’s still learning how to… Work with people.

“You look like you’re having a rough day, there. Need a hand up?”

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