The next morning
The next morning
A bright, beautiful day awaited a habitually bubbly cat person. The dawn sun was just starting to barely peak its way through simple, but functional curtains into a room where a multitude of bodies lay sleeping in various normal and abnormal positions. The one closest to the window arose with a stretch and a contented purr. Then, like clockwork, the cat person got up from her bed, strode her way to the curtains, and threw them open with a flourish and a smile, eliciting her usual morning chorus of groans and hisses from the rest of her familia despite the nascent rays. Yet just as it was tradition for a mother to wake early and help their child prepare for the day ahead, so too was it tradition for the child to perpetually moan and complain about doing so.
And of course, this would have been like any normal morning had Kori not realized that she was not wearing her usual sleepwear, but instead a fancy white dress of which she only had vague recollections of wearing the previous night. Or was it even the night before the last?
The fact that she could not recall troubled her greatly.
The troublings only continued when she found a note from someone named "The HAMMER" thanking her for her help and services, which would have been sweet had she not found said note carefully placed in the tight space between her dress and breast.
Her easy, happy morning was quickly replaced with panic. Her feet remained frozen in place as her brain began its mad scramble to desperately find something, anything, even the tiniest hint of what may have transpired the night before. Unfortunately, all her memories seemed to be covered in a haze of aerobics, ass, and an absolutely amazing amount of alcohol until finally she remembered something about an alliance and gods and bewilderment at somebody asking if her ears were magic, though she didn't think the last point was related too closely to the previous two.
In any case, it looked like she was going to have words with Hecate.
Normally Kori would have been happy to be on another dungeoneering expedition.
Normally she would have been absolutely ecstatic and excited at meeting new people and getting to adventure with them.
Normally she wouldn't have been saddled with an absolutely crushing amount of debt to the All-Father and have little-to-no memory of how she could have accrued such a thing. She could certainly guess at why, considering that she did know that she had spent the last night at Little Valhalla and she had vaguely remembered starting to wine and dine, of course promising herself to limit it just in case something like this were to occur in the first place.
But she also remembered the wining and dining to be ridiculously good (while also refusing to admit just how hard and fast the alcohol actually hit her).
Nevertheless, this was her reality now. Besides, Kori couldn't exactly call her life normal anymore anyway the moment she stepped foot inside Orario and had met a certain chuuni goddess, and so this single adventurer would continue to do what she did best: greet the world with a smile and meet every challenge with grit and determination. Her ma and pa didn't raise no quitter, after all.
And so there she was, arrayed in her arms and armor with her new motley crew. Her half-plate had been re-polished and repaired to a dull shine that indicated heavy and loving usage, marred with all the nicks and scars as it was. It wasn't the most flattering piece, but it covered everything that needed to be covered on her top half with a breastplate, gauntlets, and a single pauldron, while the only thing really protecting her lower half were her tassets and a pair of greaves. It at least protected her more than the token armor she knew other adventurers wore (with many of her prime examples coming from her own familia). She could understand having mostly aesthetic coverings for the ones who depended more on their speed or the higher tier adventurers that faced monsters twice their size and wielding weapons just as tall, but for adventurers like her who faced mostly lower tier monsters like goblins and kobolds, a bit of armor went a long way in not dying.
Conveniently, Kori also chose to ignore her own desires to be decked out in an outfit that was meant for fighting and fashion and thus why she had conveniently forgotten to acquire anything to cover her bare thighs except for her tassets which tastefully covered everything they needed to cover.
But that was neither here nor there and any debate about it would have been quickly shut down with the greatsword that was taller than she and yet was carried with ease in one hand.
Aside from her weapons and gear, Kori also wore her brightest smile as she gave Varanese a hearty slap on the back. "Aw come on pardner, ain't no harm in believing in yourself a bit. Odin and life-destroyin' debt aside, nothin's stoppin' us from gettin' all the way up to level 2! We just got a bit of a fire lit up under all our butts now, but I'm sure it's nothin' we all can't handle s'long as we all work together and show Odin we ain't t'be underestimated and the like!"