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Leadership got sorted nice and civilly so there wasn't more to add to that conversation. Jack and José would be doing a joint leadership thing until further notice which, barring a severe lack of communication and coordination, should work out fine. It was quickly decided that, aside from forming a party, questing would be the next step on their long road to escape their escapism. Seemed like they already had a quest too, a little bit of goblin subjugation.
"Yeah. Everyone was pretty spread out 'cause of that jackass just dropping monsters on us last time. If we're prepared we'll be sure to protect ya, Mysty. We got..." There was Alf, Jack, José, and herself, "four frontliners. Shouldn't be too hard." Amaterasu wasn't absolutely sure how combat worked in this game just yet, but she wasn't going to let that ruin her confidence. She was sure it would work out fine in the end as long as they prepared. "Though I'm a bit curious about that Hobgoblin spawn. Wonder what the exact rate is and how much stronger it's supposed to be."
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The trip to the chapel had been more sobering than anything else up to this point. The fact that it wasn't just that one guy, Paul as Mysty called, really drove home the risk involved with going along with this game. Honestly, the bodies staying behind as, well, bodies was kinda freaky. This was a game, right? Why didn't they just pop into crystals or fade away into nothing? Thinking about it, she wasn't sure if that'd be better or worse for the friends, maybe family, of the deceased. Thankfully they didn't tarry for long, but their newest addition in the form of a half-orc by the name of Alf managed to blow Mysty's, or Charles', cover. She wasn't too concerned by the revelation, having been friends with more than a few of those kinds of people over her MMO experiences. Thankfully without an uproar, they moved onto the guild short one Alf and Mysty short while they finished burying their friend.
The Guild hall was a cozy enough place for being a part of their virtual prison and it wasn't long before Clarissa was bringing more topics to the table, literally. Standing, rather than sitting, she gave her take on this party leader business. "Not really gonna help with making a decision, but I'm fine with either Jack or José. Haven't been in a leadership position before, don't really want to start now. 'Specially not with all the added risks here."
Mysty and Alf had returned, finished with their task. "Nah, we just got here too. Just talkin' about who should be group leader. Clarissa, Felicity, and I have already dropped out of the running so, unless either of you want to hop in, it's just between Jack and José... Er, Ocelotlalli."
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She seriously debated answering Clarissa's request to put Nyahrissa behind her with a pun of her own, but the mood... wasn't really right for that right now. She'd file it away for later if the chance presented itself. Anyway, she accepted the friend request, but not without an icon catching her attention on her own status page. 'Level up?' A lot of her abilities had good payoffs, but saw almost no benefit before they were maxed. The only thing that offered an immediate boost was her healing ability. Well, with the way the healer had nearly been floored as soon as combat started maybe it'd be a worthwhile investment.
As she figured her skill points the kid, Mysty, had expressed wanting to go find her remaining friend. There was some mention of the need to stick together, but wasn't that kind of obvious? "We're a party now, yeah? Don't see why we wouldn't wanna stick together when possible. No telling what the game, or that twisted guy in charge, has in store for us."
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They were doing alright, actually. If they could keep of this pace they might be able to secure the area. And of course, as soon as she started to think that, attacks started going wide. First, the elf missed a shot at one of the goblins. She couldn't blame them, they were probably still rattled about their friend. The cat from before rushed in to finish what the cleric cat had started, only for the little devil to slip out of the way at the last second. Well, she'd just handle it then; if she could hit it, it probably wouldn't survive. The same might be true for the other skeleton too, but right now wasn't the time to go for glory kills. Of course, her swing went wide as well. "Tch. Slippery little shit." She growled at the kobold, watching as the knight missed his stab as well. Luckily the bird that had been diving in and out of combat was there to pick up the slack, guards arriving shortly after to secure everyone's safety.
She couldn't help feel cheated in a way. A big part of her wanted to continue fighting, continue destroying her targets regardless of what happened to the others. 'Whoa! Cool it with the bloodlust there. It's just a game.' But was it really just a game anymore, with everyone's lives on the line? She shook her head, grunting at herself. That was a topic for later. Right now the immediate question at hand was what she was going to do moving forward. The cleric had reached out to the lot of them, wanting to party up.
"Might as well. Ain't no point in goin' it alone with the stakes as high as they are."
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Did he really just do that? Drop a whole bunch of monsters on an already cowering, and probably unprepared, player base? Sonnuvabitch. Well, if that was how this was gonna go down then she'd just need to step up to the challenge. She was probably one of the more prepared characters right now, she could probably turn the tides if she did things right. Stop more people from dying. Some people were already fighting back, even that kid whose friend got killed by Edwin. Well, she couldn't very well let them show her up.
A sudden scream caught her attention. A nearby cleric was on the ground, a skeleton towering above her looking like it was going to finish her off. She was strong enough to make a difference now and god dammit she was going to. "Oi! Pick on someone your own size you useless pile of bones!" She yelled, charging at the offending skeleton. Grabbing her maul off her back, she brought it down in an overhead swing on the skeleton, completely crushing it and driving it into the ground. There was no way that thing was still alive. Well, as alive as an undead could be. As she lifted her maul back up, ready to swing at the next threat, there was barely any skeleton left, most of it had been turned into powder. What was left was sitting in the fresh hole she'd made in the pavement with her swing.
"Heh. Might've missed if you hadn't shoved, though. Thanks for the assist." Amaterasu replied with a confident grin before turning serious. "Yeah. We might have your back, but if you just sit around you'll just look like a target to them."
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Amaterasu watched as some upset guy started making a scene. 'No... That's not what you do in these situations, kid!' "Oi, shut the hell-" Her attempt at a warning was too little too late, the shouter being shut up by Edwin himself. That cold rage burned ever hotter, but after what she'd just witnessed there was little she could do to act on it. She wasn't confident enough to call his bluff, assuming that it was one, about death being permanent. Right now, she'd just become another victim if she tried to make a show of opposing him. It was just common sense. Hopefully, that guy's friend wouldn't do something equally stupid.
She couldn't do much other than grit her teeth as the crowd panicked, running for their collective lives. Although she was in the thick of it, she didn't find herself being pushed around by the crowd; none of them wanted to tangle with an Oni, flowing around her like she was a rock in a river. Edwin eventually laid down his terms, ending the panic he himself had started, at least for now. "Beat the game and you can leave? What the hell..." 'How long is this game supposed to be? Most MMOs don't really have a set ending...'
A sudden popup brought her out of her thoughts. "Avatar or real life appearance?" There couldn't be a bigger contrast between the two: one was tall, strong, and healthy; the other was small, weak, and probably wouldn't survive more than a week in this world if her stats adjusted to fit. But would they? There was no way to be sure, and she sure as hell wasn't going to risk something like that with her life on the line. She mashed the avatar button; even if her stats would stay the same she liked this body a lot more already. Her choice made, more of the 'realism' seemed to settle in. Now she actually felt like she was a big, strong Oni. Like she could punch through walls, or something close to that. Like she was Amaterasu now.
"So! Ya got any tips for us, Game Master?"
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As she ran to Voxrest Square, running behind as it were, the in-game clock hit 4 PM and a pop-up appeared. Seemed like it was the announcement, playing off in the upper right corner of her vision. 'Must be an important announcement if they're forcing it on people.' Well, she wasn't going to stop running, might as well be there 'in person' for it. Show respect to the creator and stuff. She had properly working legs now, so she might as well use 'em. For what it was worth, she tried to listen to poor ole Edwin as he gave the rundown on the game, but she was too busy enjoying her simulated movement and ended up tuning him out for most of the run. She slid to a stop as she arrived in the square, the live feed in the corner thankfully vanishing so there would be no audio overlap.
Edwin had switched gears, now talking about some sort of in-game event, a death game? She wiped the virtual sweat from her brow as she listened, suddenly assaulted by a very real feeling of wetness, as if she'd actually been sweating. In fact, everything started to 'feel' like she was actually in this body. The weight of her armor and weapons on her chest, belt, and back, the aforementioned wetness of sweat forming on her brow, the slight breeze flowing through her hair, the heat and accelerated heartbeat of having just run hard for a few minutes... It even felt like she had working legs. "What the hell...?" She hadn't been feeling this just a few moments ago! Was this a typical VR experience and it had just taken a while for the VRX to link with her senses? If it was, technology had really advanced. Regardless, she was at full attention now and it sounded like shit was hitting the fan hard.
'Can't log out? Now that sounds like a bunch of bull.' There should be safeguards against that kind of thing for exactly this reason. She couldn't believe that a bunch of competent executives would let a PR nightmare like that slip through unnoticed. Still, she decided to humor the man, opening the menu and attempting to log out. To her surprise, despite hitting the button, nothing had changed. She was still in the game. Oddly, she didn't panic, appearing unnaturally serene on the outside. Rather, she felt a cold rage building up. Who did this jackass think he was, trapping literally thousands of people in his game!? Arms crossed, she dared speak to the mad man.
"So what's your game plan then, Mr. Game Master? Can't imagine you'd do something like this just for shits 'n giggles."
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'Now, how does this work exactly? Just plug it in and...?' Charlotta sat at her desk, looking over the manual for the VRX she'd just purchased. It seemed simple enough: plug in the jack, put on the helmet, lay down, and start playing. Her body movement would be restricted while she was plugged in, too. 'Not like it already isn't, heh.' Shaking off the bit of dark humor she quickly finished setting up her newest tool of escapism and logged in...
She hadn't expected to see a mirror image of herself serving as the home avatar. She wasn't bad to look at, but she hated it all the same; it reminded her of the world she had just escaped. How had it recreated her so well? Had it done a body scan? Ugh. 'I'll fiddle with this later. I wanna play already.' Once she finished loading into Sky Blue she was faced with the most difficult task of starting a new game: the character creator. Oni was an easy enough choice for her purposes, favoring strength at the cost of dexterity; she wasn't here to shoot things. She fiddled with the height slider, ultimately deciding that, yes, she wanted to be tall, and moved on to less important things like eye and hair color. Still, she spent more than a few minutes making sure everything was visually pleasing; even if this was just a video game, she still needed to look good. 'Now I just need a name... Oni are Japanese mythos, right?'
Charlotta, or rather, Amaterasu strolled through Nova Gale, having completed her quest to spend nearly all of her starting funds. Inn, armory, adventurers guild... typical starter town. Though, experiencing it through VR made it feel new, somehow. Everything was so lifelike! It was as if she was really there. At first, walking had been a bit weird with her new height, but now she felt as though she'd gotten decently used to her new legs. She noticed the time. Wasn't that announcement thing happening soon? 'Should probably be there for that. Launch day announcements usually give important info about the game.' She hurried to the square, something she could actually do in this world.
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Alriana was back in the meeting room. It was sort of strange to think that this would be the place she would be regularly returning to after every engagement; though, it was better than the... previous place. No. Stop that. At least she wasn't the one on display this time, off on one of the sides with Tristan. And what a weird display it was, Louise and Vera up by Jesicka. There were some full(?) humans up there too. She didn't know, or care really, about whatever this Colony 1 issue was, but there was something that had earned her attention. "Were you the one..." She stared straight at Calina. "That fought the, Praxis Alpha?"
Whoever had been the pilot had, at least for a little while, managed to go toe to toe with the Sacarian menace. Whether it was skill or machine, that was worthy of praise. And it was probably the only thing positive to have come out of that battle, proving that the mountain wasn't as unclimbable as she thought it was.
Her question asked she focused her attention on the actual dangers in the room, standing between them and Tristan. Vera, for whatever, didn't seem to have her usual prosthetics. If they were just normal prosthetics then she was capable of disarming, so to speak, Vera. Whether she actually could was up in the air; Vera was still more than dangerous as an opponent, even without her super prosthetics. Then there was Louise. She had calmed down considerably after spending time with Tristan and the others, but the sight of the woman turned android still aggravated her to an unreasonable degree. Whether Louise had wanted it or not, she had still become something, in a sense, beyond Alriana. A new height, unreachable by the angry Stygusian.
She didn't really have any questions for the newest addition to the cheaters; at least nothing that the others wouldn't ask. Rather, she seemed more than ready to just stare at the android. Not quite a glare, but certainly not approving of her presence.
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Might as well count me in as interested at least. Now that I'm pretty much done with college I need to get my pathfinder/tabletop fix somewhere.
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"Yes," Alriana answered as she approached Tristan. She watched from an appropriate distance, for once, as Tristan explained her task. "It looks simple. I can do it." She affirmed as she took the knife in hand. She knew how to use silverware, and Tristan had given her a good demonstration, so this should be easy. Should being the keyword. She overestimated the durability of the bread and tore, more than cut, through her first attempt on the loaf with the knife making a noticeable thud against the cutting board. She made to try again, gentler this time, but before she could a newcomer had made herself known.
Alriana hadn't seen this human yet, or at least couldn't remember if she had. She noted her size, one of the smaller humans. Apparently, she also had some relation to Tarquin as well. "Ah, hello, Talia. I'm Alriana." She extended a clawed hand for the girl to shake, thankfully not the one currently holding the knife. "I have not seen you, before. What do you do, here?" All of the others had some sort of role, even the woman in the infirmary seemed to help out when needed. This girl clearly wasn't a pilot, or else she would have deployed earlier, so her role must be related to the inner workings of the Riese somehow. What that could be, Alriana had no idea.
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Alriana had clung to Tristan for the rest of the trip, but when he began to shift into chef mode she had backed off to give him plenty of room; she may have still wanted to cling to him, but, well, she was also hungry. It was almost soothing in and of itself to watch Tristan as he smoothly prepared the area. As he warned her about stove she blinked, then shook her head; maybe she had been watching a bit too closely. "I-I know. Stove burns. Is there, a thing I can do?" She didn't want to just sit and watch, she was supposed to be learning how to cook, at least a little.
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"It should be, fine. Food here, often is." She stepped into the elevator, still clinging to Tristan; her tail circling around both his and Aliza's legs as they began the descent. The promise of food was always nice, but she found herself more appreciative of her company. She returned Aliza's smile, her mood a bit lighter. "I am, looking forward to it. I'm sure it will be good."
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"Mn. Maybe I will." As long as she was able to stay close to Tristan she didn't care all that much about what they were doing. Though, it would be good to at least learn the basics. As she was now she was almost completely dependent on others for food; she had at least figured out the microwave during her week stay. "I..." Instinctively, she tried to search her memory; however, all that did was briefly give the memories back the spotlight. She gripped Tristan's arm tighter as she forcibly packed the memories away once again. "I, do not know. I do not, often ask about what I eat."
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"Mn. I would, like that. I still do not, know how to cook." Alriana remained close as they walked to the cafeteria, enough so that it was probably a bit of an inconvenience to Tristan. His proximity to her was having the standard calming effect and she wasn't about to let that go. Selfish, yes, but it was the one thing helping now. At least her meddlesome tail wasn't getting involved this time.
It was a bit rude of her, but she had mostly ignored Aliza with her focus on Tristan being near laser-like. However, Aliza was still someone she could trust; a friend. It was a different sort of relationship and with that a different sort of support. She did her best to lighten her expression and give Aliza a smile. "Yes, I am. But, what is a 'grilled cheese'? I have not, had that before."
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Zeke cracked a smile as he finally slotted in his data and the Labyr materialized, painted green for no reason other than he liked the color. As he loaded in the comms already alive with conversations from the others. He remained silent as stalled, trying to decide on an appropriate loadout, before he selected a loadout meant for short, explosive, encounters. Hopefully, no one else had that exact idea in mind. But, if they did, well the Labry could also take some hits if needed; the only problem was getting the enemy to go for him over his teammates. Well, it's only tryouts. Mission shouldn't be too tough. Deliberation over he finally entered the conversation.
"Sable at your service. 'Pologies for the late start; launching with the Labyr now." Damn, it felt good to say those words again. Hopefully, he'd get to keep saying them after tryouts were over.
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It was almost jarring how much the change in her company had improved her mental situation; whether it was actually the people present or the distraction they were providing she didn't know; though she suspected the former over the latter. The memories were still there, and she was by no means "okay", but they were no longer jumping out at her and demanding to be relived in excruciating detail. They were in the background where they belonged and would hopefully stay. However, try as she might, she couldn't keep her self-imposed stoicism up completely, as the more severe memories still prompted an involuntary flinch or wince.
She didn't know if there was any meaning behind Tristan offering her his hand, but she didn't care. It was an excuse to get closer to him --close to that strangely soothing person-- and, especially right now, she wasn't going to pass it up. She took his hand and all but pulled herself right into Tristan. She was closer than she needed to be, but that was more or less normal distance from Tristan at this point. She didn't really manage a proper response, merely muttering, "Good. I, want to be here... right now."
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As Alriana left Tristan and Aliza behind, she similarly left behind any of her positive emotions. But, that was for the best(?). With her storm of emotions at least somewhat calmer she could now focus on the task at hand; namely suppressing Soor'kan's recent visit and the memories he'd brought to the surface. She just needed to... calm down and think of- "Good, now for the next test. We have to see how durable you are." Think of something other than the space cat until- "How dare you deny me!? I can touch whatever I own!" Until the memories stopped- "Fail again and you'll see exactly what happens when I stop caring."
She staggered, clutched her head, and stopped. Why!? Why were the memories so vivid now? It was as if she was back on the Sacarians ship and Soor'kan was speaking directly into her mind. It hadn't ever been like this before. This was... so much worse than the storm of emotions she'd been feeling mere moments ago. She'd take that, as distressing as that was, over these vivid memories in a heartbeat.
Were... were Tristan and Aliza still here? Maybe they could... help with this. Somehow. Talking wouldn't help, not with her memories so vivid, but maybe just being near them could do something. She scanned the hanger for a moment before she spotted them, apparently on their way out as well. She hurried over before they could escape. "I... changed my, mind. I will stay, with you two... for now. But, I do not want to talk." Somehow she looked worse than when she'd left earlier. "Too much... bad. Right now."
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Tristan was just trying to help; he hadn't done anything wrong. There was no reason for him to apologize. "No. Not your fault." Or was it? He'd been the one to initiate the hug and went on to bring up the worst of the space cats. No, stop that! He cares about me! He wouldn't try to hurt me like that... And there he went, confirming that for her. At least she could grasp onto that certainty in her current storm of emotions. Wait, no, he'd gotten the wrong impression. She wanted him to hug her. It would have been fine if that damn cat hadn't been brought up. Even non-present he was still causing her problems! She needed to push Soor'kaan out of her mind before anything else.
She shook her head at Tristan's request. "No. I want to be, alone. For a bit. Then, I will be fine... again." She began to move passed Tristan, leaving for her room.
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Alriana brushed off Aliza's thanks as the woman released her; she hadn't stopped because of her request. She hadn't stopped because of Tristan's request either, or even because she realized it'd be in her best interests to stop. Rather, she'd stopped because it was being made painfully obvious she wasn't going to get what she wanted out of this interaction. Louise and the rest of the metal punching bags were on their way out, taking any chance of venting through violence off the table. "It has to, now," she glowered, a mix of frustration and annoyance finally overtaking her neutrality.
The cheater captain's interjection certainly didn't calm her down at all; if anything it only served to aggravate her further, the recent defeat jumping out at her. And she couldn't take it out on Tristan, no matter what. He wasn't the one making her feel this way and he'd only ever tried to help her. She refused to make him bear the brunt of her frustrations. He didn't deserve that. No one did, except those damn cats.
She looked up at Tristan as he approached her, meeting his smile with her scowl as if defiantly asking him "What now?". However, despite her attitude, she relaxed into his unexpected hug; it was still comforting to be held close and it did soothe her somewhat. Until he mentioned Soor'kaan. Her tension quickly returned as another burst of emotions slammed into her already overwhelmed mind. Her skin lines began to race, providing insight to her unspoken distress. "Too... much," she muttered as she clutched her head with one hand and used her other to push herself away from Tristan's hug. This was much worse than not knowing what she was feeling. Frustration, happiness, terror, comfort, and much more all at once. She needed to be alone so she could sort herself out. "Too much feelings. I want to leave. Have to... forget."
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Somehow, Louise had noticed her before impact and matched her. The resulting collision, rather than send them to the floor, instead sent Louise and Alriana skidding across the hanger floor until they came to a stop, both still upright. "RAHH! Shut up!" She was so caught up in her momentary emotions, mainly rage, that wasn't even listening to the former human. In truth, Louise herself wasn't even the main target of this burst of anger. While it did help that Louise was already a dangerous person, that wasn't the underlying issue. Rather, it was the realization of the fact that, by virtue of becoming an android, any human, not just Louise, could become stronger than her. It was unfair, stupid, exasperating, and a whole bunch of other things. If she didn't know it'd be entirely ineffective she would have tried to bite through one of Louise's arms out of spite.
Tristan came over and he managed to sooth some of her fiery emotions, at least to a point where she was able to hear the people around her. Really, she had just wanted an excuse to go all out on someone and vent her frustrations through violence. Louise had fit that bill perfectly; however, that was quickly being taken away from her. The woman wasn't acting hostile, wasn't going to fight back, and apparently, she had also switched sides, or something. In short, there was no reason to fight her. And then, suddenly, she was grabbed from behind. Who had dared!? She turned to look at the would-be assailant, death in her eyes.
If it had been anyone but Aliza, someone she knew, then they wouldn't have gotten off scot-free. Alriana's death glare slowly lessened into a general scowl. "Fine." She took her arms back from Louise as if the android was somehow at fault for defending herself. "I will not fight her." She still wasn't relaxed yet and her attention was still mainly on the android. Despite her words, she desperately hoped Louise would give her a reason to fight.
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"Alright." Alriana had once again echoed her response to both Tristan and Vvi as she continued her descent into the Riese's hanger via the elevator. It was uneventful, annoyingly similar to her rides on the Sacarians' ship. She shook her head. No, stop thinking like that. This place isn't like that place. Just... forget it! Thankfully, she arrived in the hanger and was able to force the thoughts away. For now. Whatever the commotion was served as a great distraction as she went about parking the Almydis and shutting the damaged machine down. As she rode the lift down she observed the scene.
A whole crowd had gathered near a plane; one that belonged to the other group of humans. Apothesis or whatever they were called. Just who was all there already? Looked like Brant, Jesicka, Kim... Oh, Tristan was there too. But who was that in the center by the non-Aliza redhead? Teal hair and... that face! Her tired muscles tensed. Why was that woman here? And where was her tail...? Wait. Those lines... her hands...! Why was she an android now!? It was bad enough when she'd been a human; she'd been a handful to handle when she had wanted a "closer look". But before that, this woman was dangerous. And now she was in the body of an android. Just great. Where was her knife when she needed it?
She wasn't doing anything now, but it hadn't taken much to set her off in the past. If she wanted to, Louise could probably kill anyone near her right now, except maybe Jesicka. And if Louise did turn hostile, Alriana didn't trust that the cheater captain could protect Louise's target. Ugh, what a mess. She couldn't disable the threat without her knife, at least not permanently, but who knew where that was. Only one option then. Thankfully there was plenty of room between her and the android menace. As long as she wasn't spotted she could probably get Louise away from Tristan, or at least on the floor, if she hit her hard enough. As soon as the lift reached the floor she raced off and charged straight at Louise, pushing her self to go faster and faster as she approached the android until finally, she leapt to tackle the android.
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"Yup." Zeke had given a Hitomi a smile when she went back over his list, adding in the slang for the appropriate items. Made him feel like this was a good idea, even if he'd have to prove himself in the arcade. He'd swiftly stepped out of the line to hopefully let the next person in quickly; not exactly the longest interview but most people didn't offer team assets when trying out for a new team.
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The arcade sure was packed alright! And loud, too. Mewlanie and Hitomi seemed to have managed to secure a megasim. God damn, those things were cool; he'd managed to play in some years ago, back when he was still relatively new to the scene. It blew him away back then and he was sure it'd blow him away again if he managed to get into one. But, well, he'd had enough of line waiting for now; he wasn't the kind of guy to flash his popularity and cut in line. Nor was he really feeling like paying someone off for a megasim. It'd be costing him a pretty penny to transfer all the assets he promised and he wasn't in any rush to add any more expense onto this bet. Besides, he really didn't want to draw any more attention to the state of his team until he was able to sit down for a while and write up the official disbandment announcement.
He found himself a normal sim in some corner, timeslot... hopefully right. Battles where hectic enough without a bunch of fans breathing down your neck; he really didn't need any distractions right now. He stretched and cracked his knuckles as he waited for some sort of signal to tell him it was time to get ready.
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Alriana guided the Almydis towards the elevators as she waited to hear back from Vvi and maybe Aliza. The sooner she parked the Almydis the sooner she could get out of her annoyingly heavy armor. Today had turned into an unexpectedly heavy day already; the armor certainly wasn't helping with her burdens. Maybe lightening her load would help her lighten her mood, too. As the Almydis stepped onto the elevator a small alert informed Alriana of another incoming communication. It was Tristan this time. Was he worried about her? Or did he just want to know if she was doing better? After how the battle had started both were equally likely.
"I hear you, Tristan. And, I do not know, if I'm alright," she echoed the response she'd given Vvi to Tristan. With how the battle had ended she ought to have been feeling great, or at least normal. But in truth, she was leaning closer to "not alright" than anything else. While the start of the battle was definitely on her mind, Soor'kaan's mere presence had brought out a lot of unpleasant memories. She couldn't wait until she was able to forget them again.
Super Robot Wars ∀: Deep Space IC Thread - Part 3: Crisis Point
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Alriana had given Calina, and then Abby, a small nod of approval, but aside from that hadn't really contributed much to the meeting. Most of the news wasn't very concerning to her, mainly the number of enemy units, or was information she could have given Jesicka herself if the captain had asked. She'd known about the knights and Trel'Vaar; she'd actually been sent to kill Jesicka by said Sacarian king. Now she knew why; Soor'kan had been out terrorizing an ANF squadron. Trel'Vaar's presence was definitely much worse than Soor'Kan's though, but she wouldn't put it as exactly as high as Vera had. Soor'Kan being the runt of the litter so to speak didn't bolster her confidence, but she was aiming to treat the other knights the same as Gaal'bathy: dangerous, but beatable.
Aside from a little drama between Tarquin, Abigail, and Thorvald, it was a pretty slow meeting so she hadn't been expecting something like Elaine sucker-punching Tarquin. By the time she was ready to react, Jesicka and Kim had already made it over to Elaine to restrain her and tend to Tarquin respectively. But still her adrenaline had spiked at the sudden violence; her tensed muscles and her stare gave away that she was restraining herself. Before she could cause an incident like Elaine just had, she quickly removed herself from the room. She didn't want to ruin what she'd built up because she couldn't control herself. Resting against a nearby wall she started to try and calm herself down.