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Sayuki Kyasarin
Location: Floor 1 - Town of Beginnings - The Inn
Interacting With: Kirito @BlueSky44
Interacting With: Kirito @BlueSky44
Kyasarin yawned a bit, stretching as she went over to the door. Opening it up, the smug beta tester smirked at Kirito, stepping aside to allow him in. That being done, Kyasarin closed the door, hopeful that no one had yet trained up their listening skill to be able to hear their conversation. Her entire plan depended on their conversation being secret.
"Good to see you too, slug face," Kyasarin teased. She unsheathed her sword, beckoning for Kirito to come look at it. Sighing as the inevitable clueless expression on his face, she shook her head. Honestly. Some people. "This was purchased for me by a guild. They're already starting to take over, Kirito. The entire game is going to be overrun with them, making it impossible for solo players like us to do anything."
She paused, letting Kirito realize her conclusion, as she put her new sword away. "I propose that we head out to the next town and see about leveling. We're the best players in this game--why not stick together, at least for a few days?"
Glancing at Kirito, she waited for his reply. Knowing that the odds were fifty-fifty as to whether or not he accepted it, Kyasarin knew that traveling with one other person was optimal for winning the game. Kirito must have wanted to clear levels. "You made it to level eight by yourself, and I got to level seven--together, maybe we'll make level fifteen. But my point is this: we team up, put some distance between us and the guilds, and then we go back to playing solo."
Starkette
Location: Floor 1 - Out of the Woods, Nearing the Next Town
Interacting With: @BlueSky44 @sMoKe @Jedly
Interacting With: @BlueSky44 @sMoKe @Jedly
Starkette smiled at Stone, feeling calmed down. His thick accent helped as well, with the odds of her being recognized diminishing greatly. Truthfully, she knew that being a fighter wasn't her place in the game--she'd do better as an Info Broker, well versed in systems and those sort of knowledge. In fact, Starkette wouldn't have been surprised if her father, Anthony, was working away at this very moment to free her from the death game.
"I'll go--" Starkette began, only to stare in horror as Elouviana perished so abruptly. A strangled sob of grief came out of her, and she clasped her sword, her hands clammy. Rushing at the first of the boars, Starkette made a diagonal slash, before darting out of the way for Stone. "S-Switch!"
Having leapt aside and let Stone switched in, Starkette caught a brief glance of the town on the horizon. Maybe if they ran, they'd be fast enough to beat the boars....but they had wanted to do some leveling, didn't they? This was the way to do it. She'd just have to be brave.
Edwina Fairfax
Location: Amtrak Train
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah Woman
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah Woman
Edwina rolled her eyes. "I really don't care what you call him--just don't trust him," Edwina explained, tapping her fingers on the window of the train idly. People tended to be killed when they trusted her uncle, and Edwina wasn't a liar by trade. The three of them would enter Gotham and the three of them would leave Gotham. Anything else was out of the question.
"When the job is near done, he'll try to kill you," Edwina continued, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "And don't let him spray anything on you--it's likely to be toxic gas."
Forcing a grin, though it came out more like a grimace, Edwina watched as Gotham came into view. The train continued to hurtle them along towards the city, seemingly speeding up. With a heavy heart, Edwina waited to see what their fate would end up being. If her uncle didn't kill them, they risked being captured by the Gotham bat.
Though, it gave her an idea...
"And if we run into the bat, follow my lead," Edwina instructed.
Perhaps if her uncle couldn't provide protection from Task Force X, the Gotham Bat could.
Tryke Lockley
Location: The Infirmary
Tryke's eyes narrowed a bit, taking in the newcomer. For a moment, she could've sworn it was another T-1, but she quickly realized it was just security backup. Letting out a sigh of relief, she still didn't entirely enjoy Marx being there. Newcomers to the tower always set her on edge, as they would inevitably present change, messing with the systems that had already been long established. Silvia had practically just arrived at the tower and she already destroyed it.
What would this guy do? Would he attempt to top it?
Tryke forced a grin, seeing spending time with this person as the lesser evil. She didn't want to sit around for Tristan to find her and get even for her comment. And for once in her life, Tryke was sick of fixing things. If another thing had to be repaired, Tryke's own fuse would blow. "Commissary's on level 19," Tryke said curtly, punching in the code on the elevator. "Come on."
She crossed her arms, standing a bit aloof as she waited for Marx to join her. He seemed to be fairly harmless, but don't they always?
"I'm Tryke, Senior Repair Specialist," she offered, as soon as Marx joined her in the elevator, the doors shutting with mechanical grace. Cocking an eyebrow at Marx, she waited for his reply, her grease stained hand extended towards him.
I'll get in another post for Aravis once Lucy replies, Ed once the Camelot people are all in the IC :)
Jack Hudson
Location: The Mess Hall --> Building F
While Tatiana was picking away at her food, Jack was doing what almost every human male had a natural talent in: stuffing his face. Thankfully, he had the decency to chew with his mouth closed, stuffing the provided food into his mouth as quickly as he could. He hardly left time for himself to breathe, his stomach angrily ordering him to eat as much as he could, and Jack being all too willing to oblige. His cheeks puffed up almost like a squirrel, he grinned goofily at Tatiana.
"Ihon stomach," Jack explained, after swallowing thickly. He poked at his own stomach to accentuate the point. Glancing down at his tray to continue shoveling food into his mouth, Jack sighed a bit, realizing he'd eaten all of it. Perhaps next time, he'd try to savor it a little more...
Holding Tatiana's hand, he walked with Miss Sally and her out of the mess hall, continuing to look around in amazement. He was like a puppy dog almost, excited to see all of the new things, to see people that weren't trying to kill him or bite him. Once Miss Sally took out the keys and unlocked the building, his eyes widened.
"You mean....we live in a....house?" Jack asked, his eyes wide. "Wicked, wicked cool."
Glancing around the former office, a slight tear of happiness trailed down Jack's face. He was genuinely chuffed. Pulling Tatiana into a hug, he changed his mind partially, picking her up and spinning her around in his arms. "Yeah...Yeah, we ahe."
Édouard Riviere
Location: Flower Importers of Georgia Arnco Mills, Georgia
Édouard grinned as the rapier went cleanly through the walker, preventing it from taking a bite of his gorgeous face. Turning around as if searching for the studio audience to applaud, Édouard took a bit of a bow, yanking on his rapier from behind, all designed to add to the dramatic effect. Instead, however, it remained firmly lodged in the skull.
"Donne-moi ma rapière!" Édouard commanded, crossing his hands at the beast.
Nothing happened, as alas, the walker was dead. Narrowing his eyes at it, Édouard spat at its feet, and began to tug on his sword. The sword slid out, and a smug grin appeared on his face. "Hourra!" Édouard cheered, only to hear the rope snap. His eyes widened as the walker fell forward, knocking him onto the porch with it. The stench of death enveloped him, and he flailed like a fish, desperate to get it off of him. Rolling over to his side, he yelped like a little girl, kicking and shouting at the corpse to stay back.
It, of course, remained limp on the porch.
Covered in sweat and some gifts from the walker, Édouard gave himself a good sniff. "Ça pue!" Édouard whined. "Je me sens comme une vache qui est morte...FÉLIIIIIIIIIX! JE VEUX PRENDRE UN BAIN! FÉLIIIIIIIIIIX!" Pounding his fists on the porch, Édouard wept over his stench, and the lack of his help. Perhaps he shouldn't have left Félix to die after all.
"Personne ne m'aime...." Édouard croaked, done with his screaming fit.
@Morose Library - Where would it be and what condition would it be in at this time?
You've got a few options for finding books in Altsoba.
1. Altsoba High -- they have a small-ish library, and the doors tend to be unlocked over the summer in order to let kids go there to work on summer homework.
2. Forgotten Relics -- it's a store, specializing in collecting rare books on various mythos. Located in the Shopping District.
3. Altsoba Public Library -- it's not marked on the map yet, but it's in the open space next to Alistair Apartments and above Maynard Cinema. The glass doors are locked, but a window nearby had been smashed. A peek inside would reveal piles upon piles of books, a bit too chaotic for what a librarian would allow. The security cameras are still functioning, if Danica wishes to go try and have a look at who went there before her.
we may not have a michael scott for a boss, but a boss that we constantly annoy is just as fun especially with Gerald's indirectly doing it xD
There's a reason for that. I hate, with a passion, Michael Scott. :P So while we may go off and have adventures with the Scranton branch, Michael is unlikely to ever show up.
Edwina Fairfax
Location: A Rundown Motel; New York City ---> Amtrak heading to Gotham
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah Woman
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah Woman
Edwina tossed a pillow to the Cheetah woman, nodding at her. She paced back and forth for a while in her room, the chilling sound of her uncle's voice still sending a shiver down her spine. Rubbing her arms, the lights in the room began to flicker, and she paused, forcing herself to take calming breaths. It wouldn't do for their room to turn into one gigantic strobe light. It'd practically be screaming at the Suicide Squad to come and find them.
"Hurt us and I'll show you how much like my uncle I really am," Edwina said quietly, sitting next to Nyt on the bed. Her face softened a bit, though, realizing she never even knew the name of the mysterious woman. "What should we call you? You can call me Eddie."
The night passed without much more alarm. Edwina had eventually lulled herself into a restless sleep, rising at four in the morning. From the train schedule she had memorized, the earliest train would be leaving in just under half an hour, headed towards Gotham. From the station, her uncle would meet them. Of course, she hadn't yet chatted with her new friends about how her uncle tended to make his appearances.
She didn't want to worry them. Joker Gas tended to worry people whenever her uncle brought it out to play. If all went well, he'd show up in disguise, not needing to make a display....
...But then again, it would've been odd for him not to make a fuss.
The early hours of the morning passed as well, and in less than an hour, the odd trio were on the train, headed towards the destination. Edwina concentrated on making the slightest changes to their appearances in the eyes of the camera--they all appeared to have dark skin to anyone watching. Fortunately, the train's journey was short. She wouldn't need to keep it up forever.
"We're almost there," Edwina smiled, picking at a bit of dead skin by her nails.
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