[ti]solo[/ti]Augograms

Time. In the end, it all boils down to time. The days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds, and even every single precious millisecond. Like a greedy dragon, Vera makes of time her hoard. Time must not be wasted. Time must be put to good use. Time is finite... a precious and limited resource.

So, no, evidently there is no time to fly all the way to San Francisco and spend four days (345600 valuable seconds) at UNOVRCon, but there is curiosity over the event. A few hours can be spared, for curiosity's sake. And so, there is also a WorldScreen, a virtual pass, and a UNOVRCon app open on a smartphone with no case...

Never before has this avatar felt more like a ghost.

Which, were Vera someone else, would be a hilarious thought, considering this is an avatar of a haunting past and a Specter out of all subclasses too. To Vera, however, the thought comes and goes, more intrigued by the normality with which most of those wearing the convention's AR glasses treat these virtual constructs they can now see. It's fascinating.

Yuze, this ghost, observes them just as he is observed too, going from area to area until something brings him to pause.

To his left, a mother puts a pair of AR glasses on for her young daughter, not fitting her small face quite properly. Still, the little girl doesn't seem to care at all, exclaiming in glee when suddenly seeing all of these new things. She even waves at him, smiling brightly.

He's frozen, as if unsure of how to respond to this sudden and all too unexpected interaction. Were it not for the nearby voice calling for him, he would have probably just continued to stand there silently until the little girl's mother made her leave.

"Sir? Sir, are you here to get your Freezer Stamp?"

"...Hm?"

Apparently, he had stopped right by the Stamp Booth in the Arena Plaza.

"Oh... Yeah, sure."

Still... That little girl had looked eerie like what Vera had as a kid. Then again, Yuze might be imagining things.