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Location: Corridor Pathways, Fortuna | In Transit



The likelihood of receiving a punch from Maeve after making a fool of her was generally high. Nine times out of ten the result would be violence, screaming, or a combination of both. But for some reason this was that rare times that today was the tenth time out of ten. Maeve had seen Marlowe before, certainly, but the two had never exchanged words in any substantial way. There weren't many quirks of his that she knew about and those that she did hadn't irritated her. It was hard to say.

The look on Marlowe’s face was pale and shocked and Maeve did recognize she was in a sore mood, at least somewhere inside her fire ants feeding on a doe’s beating heart-infested brain she saw that he was fearful and quickly shifted to courtesies and offered his hand quickly to get her back to her feet. To his shock she would uncurl her fists before proceeding to grab his wrist sharply before he pulled her up from the floor. When she found herself standing squarely in the corridor she crossed her arms. Her expression shifted from a scowl to a frown, but not much else.

“What's your problem? Don't you look before you walk?” Her brows pursed, “Huh? Can't hear you. Speak up.”




Location: Corridor Pathways, Fortuna | In Transit



As other members of the crew headed to the mess hall, Maeve continued to work on the repairs to her rifle.

She wasn’t sure how long it took—five minutes? Fifteen? It was all a blur. All she knew was by the time she finished her stomach was clawing at her like a delvacor with its prey in its crosshairs. She cursed again, and then a few more times before slapping the ionizers containment capacitor down with a loud metal ‘clank’. When that was done she swiped the rifle and put it back in her kit before chugging down the last of her caffeinated microcoffee before deciding now would be a good time to get more coffee as well as something to eat.

“Better not break again or I’m gonna lose it.” She muttered as the door to the armor opened and she made her way down the corridors toward the mess.

However, even Maeve couldn’t have predicted the ironic, stupid luck that she would continue to experience. The pink-haired firebrand had a fast stride and was used to people in the corridors giving her the space she needed when she was in a good mood. Unfortunately, by the time she arrived at a three way intersecting corridor someone else was walking towards her. She couldn’t see them, of course, given they were around the corner that happened to go to the mess hall. So Maeve, being Maeve happened to turn the corner right at the same time another person did. The impact would send her to the floor.

“Mmpf!” She shouted in pain as her butt hit the metallic floor paneling below. Her violet irises narrowed, and she looked up at the person responsible.

She scowled and clenched her fists. Who would fucking dare?


April 7th, Year 1


The two introductions couldn’t have been any more different.

Not that Sakaguchi Akari cared. At all. Her disinterest aside, even Akari could admit Utsubyo wasn’t known for many transfer students. It was the dead-end of dead-end’s, so she supposed the influx of students from out-of-town was going to fascinate a few handful of the students in class; the kind of students who could only think about getting out and going to a big city like Kagoshima or Tokyo, the kind of students who liked to gab and imagine other people’s lives. The kind of people who read way too much manga. The kind of people Akari hated, the kind of people she had known since, well, forever.

The taller girl crossed her arms from her seat at the back of the class as the first of the newcomers spoke their piece. Shimizu Ichika. At least she liked a sport, not that it helped. Liking sports meant that Akari was going to have to deal with her and if there was one thing she liked less than people it was people she had to deal with. She internally sighed at the thought as the girl’s peppiness seemed to insult her very being. Utsubyo would squelch it, eventually, like a damp rag on an open flame. Few people were happy in this rainy, middle-of-nowhere town, and Ichika would have to learn the reality sooner or later. If she persevered like Yun had done all these years then she would be surprised and even more annoyed.

And then came Totsuka Ryusei. A big guy who didn’t really want to be here. Despite being an outsider, he definitely fit the mold of the average person from Utsubyo, or at least personality-wise. Akari was still the tallest girl in the class but Ryusei certainly made it clear she wasn’t the tallest person in class, which was a bit of a relief. Maybe all of the questions about height would be deflected to him instead of her? A good premise to the start of her school year if it turned out to be true.

Akari looked back to their instructor as the two sat down, eager to get this day over with.


Location: City Streets, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



As long as subjects of families and Japan could stay off the table the Japanese girl figured she could handle things. She had a long stride for someone her height, certainly, keeping ahead of Benkei. The echoes of her family chittered in her brain like a looped video, designed in an algorithm to manipulate her anxiety and rage. She tried her best to keep it all buried; she tried her best. She hadn’t realized yet, but the length of time it had been since her last appointment with her therapist was wearing on her. Even when the game was “normal” she needed those appointments. Where was she going to find them now? How long until she was an unstable mess and everyone turned on her? How long until she was alone and spit on once again? Her hands grabbed the clothline of her pockets tighter, almost ready to tear it from its seams.

A loud voice cracked the silence in her head. Alja, in her infinite wisdom, had decided to join the Japanese Study Group on their venture through Thorinn. Her voice was like a trip to an onsen, warm and inviting. It softened her anxieties, even though they were still very much bothering her. She smiled, a half-laugh leaving her lips.

どうも. She muttered, so quiet nobody could hear.

Rael stopped at a fruit stand not far down the street. It was on the way, and it’d give enough time for Kazuki to get his bearings, Alja to catch up properly, and Benkei to muse over the vendors as well if he felt the need to. Rael threw a few coins down, grabbing an apple.

“What else do you guys wanna do? Not gonna be at Mystic all day.”




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Did some minor edits on the last post. Was a bit clunky, but I'm never happy with my content lol.


Location: City Streets, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



Had Kazuki ever yelled at anyone before?

It was a thing that occurred to Rael as she leaned back against a nearby fencepost. Family issues. She hated when people talked about ‘family’. Benkei was seen as a disappointment and didn’t feel like he was talented or smart enough, how his mother would put him down, and how Kazuki was the successful one. It all reminded her of home in Kōriyama before she left for university. Her fists curled into her tunic as her face remained unchanged. Kazuki yelled at Benkei like her father. Benkei talked about his mother like a sympathetic version of Rael’s own. Hanako’s own.

You’re such a disappointment. You don’t have any talent.

A Moriyama expects better. What will Akihiro think of you when he meets you?


“When we get out.” Rael mused, as she gathered her resolve. “Tch.”

An internal scream filled her mind and she jumped off the fencepost she had been leaning back on, moving down the street with her hands dug into her pockets of her longcoat. She didn't want to hear about their familial issues. As if their problems were worse than hers. At least Benkei's mother wanted him to be productive to society. She wished her mother spoke to her like that, even half of that. Whatever. it wasn't productive to think about. There was places to go. Things to do.

She thought about the prospect of a way out. If such a thing ever became possible. Only one conclusion came to mind.

“I’m never going back. I’d rather die here.”


Location: City Streets, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



The morning air was hot and dry, but at least it was air.

She missed Theremia. The cool air would’ve felt a lot nicer. Of all the places she picked in the world to do some dungeons she had picked Thorinn. Her reputation in Theremia and Khatia was behind her, but she also wanted to explore all of the factions. Her fault for being curious, she supposed.

“Well, we probably would’ve had some losses in the dungeon, I guess.” Rael remarked as Benkei moaned about Mystic Prophecy and then what would’ve happened if he had not put his everything into the game, trying to be the best. “You’re thinking a lot lately about it, aren’t you? Replaying it in your head.”

“Dunno if what if’s and should have’s are gonna help you. And you gotta stop bein’ afraid of Mystic. Kazuki was there and save for Luci saying some mean words he was fine. Pris doesn’t hold anything against us. Unless you think that’s a problem. Do you want them to, or somethin’?”
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