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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 9, 2023 18:01:37 GMT 9
It was a typical day in Briarbane Settlement. A tumbleweed rolled past her feet, tangling itself in a barbed-wire fence. Patrats watched her with their red eyes from the alleys like luminous onions. Purrloin poked its head out of a refuse pile, licking its lips as she passed. Morgana ignored all of them- she was focused on the pair of strangers who stood beneath a flickering gas lamp, making an exchange. Their cabbie hats were pulled over their eyes, their hands hidden deep in the pockets of their overcoats. "Do my eyes deceive me, or are we trading something we shouldn't be?" Morgana asked airily as she approached. The two men looked up. One of them spat. "Yeah, that scientist lady's paying top kibble for goop from Mistra. Why, you been there?""Wouldn't dream of it," Bergamot said, though she'd often wondered what would happen if she defied the good Professor Ash and strayed into the Corruption Zone past the northern border. "I do have something you might be interested in, however."Her eyes gleamed. She held out a... well, it was a small glass jar with holes poked in the lid. Like something a child would keep their caterpillars in. But this was no caterpillar. This was a Keggling. "Sss," the small, half-feline, half-arachnid creature hissed from inside, paws against the glass. Its star-tipped tail arched over its back like a scorpion, mandibles clicking. The corruption dealers withdrew to mutter uncertainly to one another. "Looks fucked up," one of them said, "Sure. I'll take it off your hands. One pound of kibble, take it or leave it.""Wait, you were serious about the kibble thing?" Bergamot scowled as both shady characters removed their hats, revealing cat ears. "Oh. Catboys. Never mind, deal's off." She put the Keggling back in her inventory, spun on her heel, and left. Twenty minutes later, the shady catboys were still following her. "Stop following me, shady catboys," Bergamot told them, though she secretly liked having her own entourage. "I'm not going to feed you.""You're messing with the wrong crowd, little girl," one of them growled. "Hand over the goods.""Never!" Bergamot declared. "It's already spoken for!""Then why did you try to sell it to us," the NPC snapped, still at a distance. "It's shitty to walk out on a deal halfway through. You're a shitty person.""I'm not shitty, I am merely EVIL," Morgana said airily, pivoting on one foot. "Ohohohohoh! Anyway, bye." |
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 7, 2023 13:17:59 GMT 9
Morgana hated anyone who spouted more nonsense than her, and cut this train of thought off. “Ohohoho! So you’ve finally come around,” she said smugly. “In exchange, I will bequeath one strand of Zapdos DNA.”
“Aw man, you don’t even have a whole egg this time?” Yggy asked her, but took the DNA anyway. “That’s cool, I already have one, so now I’m halfway there! Well, almost halfway. Two thirds?”
“No more math,” Bergamot declared, spinning around. A sudden gust of wind from the open door caught her open parasol and actually toppled her off the barstool, sending her skidding on the floorboards. “Ugh!!”
“Are you okay?” asked Yggy. The tomboy sounded like she was trying not to laugh.
“They really need to patch the holes in the walls,” Bergamot said, trying to fix her now inside-out umbrella and giving up. She leaned it clumsily against the bar instead, then snatched a glass of water off the counter and drank it.
“Uh, are you thirsty?”
“...Yes. Anyway, I have to get on the airplane now, so can we just do this?”
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 7, 2023 13:13:59 GMT 9
“Like what?” Bergamot countered, sensing a weak coverup. “Your Kyogre? Don’t tell me… you’re still afraid.”
The other girl looked uncomfortable, drawing the baby whale closer to her body. “I mean, that might be kinda cute… but no! I’m not scared anymore. Baseball is cool!”
Morgana wasn’t sure what baseball had to do with this, but she was getting impatient.
“One second,” said Morgana. She lifted her skirts slightly in order to step up onto a nearby barstool, where she wobbled for a moment before dramatically snapping open her umbrella. Yggy shielded her eyes with a yelp, squinting against the blinking sunlight as Morgana rapidly opened and closed her parasol like a camera shutter.
“Oww! My eyes!”
“If you won’t give it to me,” Morgana finally said, looming villainously over Yggy with her weird display of umbrella dominance. “Let’s fight for it.”
Her eyes gleamed.
“Battle me in the Arena. If you lose, your Feline Seal is forfeit. Ohohohoho!”
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 7, 2023 11:39:19 GMT 9
Today was nice because Morgana had acquired a lot of Emerald Shield Fragments from a mud monster in Birchwild Grove. It was nice in theory, because emeralds were nice, but less nice in practice, as emerald was both useless and worthless on UNOVR and even if this had been real life, Bergamot would have just thrown them into a glass jar and put them on her bookshelf or something. "Functionally useless!" she declared, sitting cross-legged on a standing stone. Her fingers dripped with mud, which was also smeared all over the stone. And her dress. And hair. Actually, she was coated head to toe in mud, which was ironic considering she'd already earned the Muddy Boy/Girl title before the accursed Mud Monster. "Monetarily worthless!"Guilottine Flatflipper the Piplup poured her a cold drink, which Morgana snatched and drank down, wiping her mouth. She drank another glass, then used the third to wash the mud off her hands. "Guillotine, we have to do something," she announced as she scrubbed, "You know. Find a buyer for these worthless, worthless gems." <The Guild Leader CLAW might be interested, I suppose?> Guillotine offered tonelessly. She was already resigned to Morgana's brand of nonsense, and did not expect this suggestion to go very far. "No, no. She seems more like a ruby kind of person. A-ha! Perhaps Ruby would be interested," Bergamot said, making a very, very logical connection. She stood up, dusting off her incredibly mud-drenched skirt as if that was going to somehow clean it. "That's it! I'll send them to Ruby!"She snapped her fingers and a small, coaster-sized pink Dreamer portal appeared, floating around the other side of Piplup. It was actually Guillotine's Poke Pet, but it mostly served as a handy disposal for recyclable aluminum cans and spare emeralds. <I would think Ruby is also a ruby kind of person,> said Guillotine, skeptically watching as Morgana poked a muddy emerald through the portal. It disappeared with a cool OMMMM sound effect, like the music they played at those meditation retreats. The girl stopped to consider Guillotine's point, eyes narrowed. "Hmm," she conceded. "...Who else then? Cygnus seems like a topaz kind of person, so that's a dead end."<Does he...>"And Chadwick, why! Clearly a sapphire kind of person. Much like myself, actually."<This seems like color-coding based on their outfits. That's what you're doing, isn't it.>"Ohohoho! You've seen through my plan. Clever Guillotine." Bergamot slid smugly down from the rock, leaving a long brown dirt smear behind her. "Fine then, gather up those emeralds and let's go pass them out to orphans in the forest. Perhaps one of them will be a fairy godmother in disguise and will grant me three wishes!"<That's Jirachi, and... okay.> Shaking her round head, the Piplup carefully gathered up the remaining emerald shards and floated after Morgana, mini-portal in tow. She wasn't sure how many orphans they'd find just wandering around in Birchwild Grove, but hopefully they were wearing green. PIPLUP IS NOW VERY RARE (+15) |
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 2, 2023 11:06:26 GMT 9
Chryssa had reaped far more rewards from the AR Boss Battle than she'd sown, especially since she wasn't even wearing her glasses for the first half of the battle. The worst part was waiting in line at the Prize Exchange, which was boring (the worst possible fate). In the virtual world, she never had to wait for anything- loot drops and shop purchases showed up directly in her inventory. Real life was inconvenient. Surely they could just text her the code for the Loot Boxes, though having a real person verify everything did seem a bit more secure.
Then again, who knew what Hydance was planning. Chryssa was disappointed John B. Hydance hadn't woken up. She would have liked to see what happened.
"Precipice and Giant for me, Loot Boxes three!" she said to Booth Bethany when she got there, showing her QR code across the counter. "And by three I mean two." |
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 25, 2023 14:53:37 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1026108981845954581/1146823400875102338/IMG_0706~png "Three wishes it is, then!" said Chryssa, turning a 360 with her chair. If she won, she was going to ask to go bungee jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. Or to do a real-life Trolley Problem on the streets of San Francisco. She'd always wanted to try one of those.
While Zac bamboozled her with the details of his secret sorcerer society, Chryssa collected a physical Aviator stamp to go with her own and handed it to him in exchange for the package. "Currying favor does not behoove you, Uncle," she said in the unnatural way people said Big Bro or Little Sis in real life. Still, she seemed pleased, and ripped all the ribbons off the package like the limbs off a gummy bear before tearing it open.
"What is this? No, don't tell me. It has a secret compartment," the girl said, already engrossed. She turned the pass holder over again and again, searching for places where the seams didn't match up. It was steely chrome, like an aluminum hat, and she could see her own reflection in it. Despite being metallic, it was light and comfortable to hold. "Or perhaps it's an amulet! I could use an HP increase." She slung it around her head, pulling hair back from the nape of her neck. "Is this what you had in mind?"
Knowing Buzzster Hooperham, it was probably actually some close-up magic prop. She had been practicing with the palming ball, as a matter of fact, though she mostly used her new talents to vanish hospital jello in front of her nurse. |
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 25, 2023 12:26:05 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qhnEfD~png "Just in time," said Chryssa smugly, taking the glasses from her uncle with a one-handed flourish and sliding them onto her head. "Ooooooooh!"
It was fun. One second, she'd been sitting in a perfectly normal merchandise store, albeit one filled with badly-behaved customers (Buzzster Hooperham included). The next, she was sitting in a destroyed merch store— no, one still in the process of being destroyed! Chryssa had never consciously wished she was inside a building when it was getting demolished, but now she wished she had. Imagine seeing a wrecking ball cave in a scene of normalcy like a brown paper bag— or explosions sending dolls flying and raining in all directions. It was amazing. It was inspiring.
She watched in morbid fascination as C0D13_2 dipped forward, sucking up a shelf of Guild Leader keychains and half the cash register. The woman behind it continued using it as if it hadn't been half-vaporized with money spilling out. Classic NPC, Chryssa thought, never mind the fact that this person was definitely realer than C0D13_2.
Uncle Zac's complaining shook her out of her daze. She showed no impatience with the giant redhead. Instead, she seized an opportunity. "What? Codie's infecting our digital devices now?" Her voice rose, adding to the performance. "What if he gets your credit card number? Or our account information? Did Hydance know this would happen?"
Her eyes gleamed, lost behind the curtain of her hair as she turned her face back down to her phone. She fired off another Player stamp, this time enjoying the attack animation in full as it chipped down the boss's health. Broken fluorescent lights rained sparks down from the ceiling as C0D13_2 wreaked his destruction, delighting Chryssa to the core.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 25, 2023 11:51:07 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1026108981845954581/1146823400875102338/IMG_0706~png They hugged.
"I've planted an incendiary device somewhere on your person," said Chryssa as she withdrew. "If you can find it in the next eighteen minutes—" She checked her wrist, where she wore no watch, "—I'll concede defeat."
She wasn't deliberately ignoring Uncle Zac's other antics, which she actually deeply appreciated. Unlike most of the boring, dreary 'mundanes' inhabiting this empty universe, Buzzster actually had some life to him. Some rare substance in a window-colored world. Chryssa deeply valued her uncle's existence—on this side of the WorldScreen. In UNOVR, of course, she simply didn't need him.
In any case, it wasn't that she didn't appreciate weird old stories about her mother's childbirth and her great aunt's enormous head, because everyone knew Chryssa had the biggest head of anyone (her hairline was naturally quite high. It allowed her to blind her enemies by using her forehead as a mirror, which might someday prove a useful skill). She also appreciated the delightful party trick.
"I suppose you wrote this left-handed behind your back," Chryssa mused, looking carefully over the card. "Or was it when we were hugging?" She tucked it in her lap so she had both hands free to move as they set off towards the baggage claim. "As for what's on the line, I suppose, oh... anything. A request!" Her eyes shone brightly.
The prospect of a loss did not concern Chryssa—in fact, it intrigued her. She had nothing on the line. No ties, nothing worth fighting for or against. She was barely tethered to this world to begin with. What challenge could Uncle Zac provide her that might threaten that boring stability?
Her gaze was drawn towards a kiosk near the Foreign Currency Exchange. The words 'UNOVRCON STAMP' caught her eye. "Can we stop here for a moment? Oh, and don't forget about that incendiary device. Airport security will be all over us if it activates," she added casually, rolling over to the booth. It only took a few seconds to register the digital stamp.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 22, 2023 22:57:10 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qhnEfD~png "What? There's no stamp here?"
Chryssa wasn't sure what she'd been expecting from the merch store. Perhaps people who put more stock in material possessions would have enjoyed it— Pokemon plushies spilling off of shelves, dishware and Nintendo Labo kits stacked neatly on raised daises like champagne glasses. There were some large painted replicas of major UNOVR bosses— namely, the three legendary birds (not that she'd ever seen Articuno, but apparently in some servers they had). It gave sort of a 'McDonalds Playplace' vibe to the store, not that she was complaining.
"I suppose the Freezer stamp is fine," she said to herself, glancing down at her phone. She'd picked the ice-type stamp up at the food court earlier that day when she and her uncle had gone to get falafel. He was in here too, somewhere. Probably showing some innocent bystander a magic trick with one of the Professor Ash Pikachu plushies.
I wonder if I could actually be a magician's assistant.
As absurd was it would be— her medical concerns considered— the idea held some appeal for Chryssa. It was so profoundly out of character— or rather, it subverted the type of character people assumed she was. Young. Doe-eyed. The tragedy. The victim. The girl in the bed of roses, gone before her time.
Speaking of magic tricks, sirens suddenly went off around the pop-up-store like a K-Mart Blue Light Sale she was definitely too young to remember, and Chryssa wheeled herself backwards reflexively, pivoting into a corner so she wouldn't get in anyone's way as people started running past her. She noticed people were putting on their AR glasses, but hers were with her uncle, so she could only try to infer what was going on. She craned her head to one side, looking around to see a beautiful black-haired woman (Wolf) doing something on the UNOVRCon app.
"Oh, it's an app thing!" she recognized brightly, waving one arm from her unfortunate position low to the ground in her chair in case her uncle Buzzster Hooperham might somehow notice her in the sudden chaos. "Need any help?" Based on the screen, it looked like they were battling a Porygon2, which was currently a rock type.
Selecting player from the dropdown, Chryssa hit attack! and saw the HP bar go down on screen. Though she couldn't see it, a blast of fighting-type punches suddenly emanated from the girl in the corner as if guarded by her own personal Stand. The flurry of virtual fists launched into the rounded duck just as it polished off the last of the exclusive TGC mats.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 22, 2023 22:33:47 GMT 9
#s://c~l3n~co/i/qhOyBb~png It wasn't that Chryssa had forgotten to get her Player stamp. She'd gotten it yesterday, on Day 3 of the con, shortly before joining the game of human/quail chess that had layered itself into her mind like flies in a sticky trap.
Different desires warred within her—some fantastic, some fatalistic. She could barely sleep thinking about it. She'd woken up in the middle of the night and strapped on her headset, trying to disappear into the world of UNOVR. But even there, she'd found herself restless. Professor Ash was missing, gone since the Thunderfall Raid. Chryssa didn't know what her character would say to her, if anything, but at least she had been someone to talk to (or talk at). Bunya's cat-themed puns didn't mesh well with Bergamot Gristleborg's villainous humor. All across the server, UNOVR was enjoying a period of rest and respite, and it left Chryssa unsatisfied.
She didn't just crave a challenge. She craved beauty and adventure. She craved domination and delight, dungeons, she wanted devastation, she wanted to dance through the world. She wanted to tell someone this is it.
This is how I fight back.
She hadn't returned to Codie's Arcade today to get a Player stamp— she'd been hoping to find someone. A connection in a game, perhaps. Unfortunately, the entrance was completely blocked by a huge line of latecomers.
Chryssa's head turned towards the teenage boy who'd suddenly chatted her up, eyes wide and vacant. "I haven't been to the merch store yet, actually," she said, popping a wheelie in her chair while she considered the other questions. "I suppose Quail Quest 2 was the most fun for me. They say sequels are never as good, but I think people are thinking about it wrong."
"A sequel isn't a mirror— it's not meant to reflect the first installment, or to duplicate what it had. A sequel fills in the cracks. Adds detail to the darkness. It enhances the original, not itself."
Like years of one's life, layered on top of one another. Like lives of one's existence, compounding to form a perfect whole. Did that mean one's original self was the best one, or simply just the point of comparison? If so, who was she now?
"Anyway, I already have this stamp," said Chryssa, rolling out of line. "I'll be seeing you." lmao not me posting in my own thread
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 11, 2023 21:56:26 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qdpwsM~png "The point," said Chryssa, "is to suffer."
She wound a strand of caramel-brown hair around her finger, then let it release. "But I choose to defy that. Like you, I suppose." She looked up at Big Bee—a face she'd looked at many times, but never as herself. Not from this angle. Not from down here.
Compared to real life, game characters were on a different level. Transcended from dreary existence. Playing into the hands of some faceless developer, true, but that was their choice. In life, people didn't get to choose the circumstances they were born into.
"Beauty, adventure, quintessence. These are the weapons people like us wield to fight back the darkness." It was unclear whether the girl in the chair was talking about the game or not. There was a vague look in her eyes, and her expression was... intense. The Regal Noctowl Big Bee had summoned was magnificent. Just looking at it filled her with fierce joy, pressing on her lungs like thick, hot mud. Burning. Bubbling. Sluggish to move.
Leave an imprint on the universe, Big Bee had said.
What kind of imprint should she make?
A scorching hole? A weeping procession? A blog, an empty bed, a sword collection?
Six quails left on the board. Scattered, leaderless. "Sound the retreat," Chryssa said to the messenger Pidove, who blew a short flurry of piercing notes on its bugle. The other Pidove turned tail and began winging off the board. Roars of triumph came from the evil army on the other side as foul monsters surged forward to take the field, sweeping across the ground in a dark horde of orcish bodies.
She turned to Big Bee, acknowledging her forfeit with a small, too-bright smile. Already, the game world was fading. "I'll be seeing you on the other side." Of the game? Of UNOVR? Or of the afterlife, that promised new world on the other side of the dark helmet?
She didn't say. But perhaps it was their destiny to find out. QBeYmbAt1d101d10 1d10·1d10 |
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 10, 2023 20:58:47 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qdpwsM~png Chryssa was well aware of orioncayge (they even had a crack ship name: Morgion), but she had never thought of him as a particularly profound character. It showed how little Morgana paid attention to other people, or anything besides pumping up her own villainous ego.
"It's an interesting idea, isn't it?" Chryssa said to Big Bee, watching the Rookidee-wielding Orion run off down the center of the board like a linebacker. "We're all accumulations of our own past selves. Past versions. That person never changes, they just get added to the collective identity."
Preet! It was Pidove, fluttering above her head with a report on the forward troops. Chryssa listened patiently, glancing out at her semi-abandoned game board. It looked like the forces of darkness had just taken her Pidove bishop and knight. "Tragic," she said tonelessly, "Pawn (Pidove) to A5." It was a sacrifice ploy, and not a winning one. At this rate, her quails would fall into despair long before they were overrun by orcs.
"Do you believe in life after death?" she asked suddenly, perhaps too-innocently. fxUa|uQl1d101d10 1d10·1d10 |
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 9, 2023 18:53:18 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qdpwsM~png "Yes... sweet quintessence," whispered Chryssa throatily, holding the small vial of glowing purple essence in her hand. "The fifth element... obtained in the fifth hour... of the fifth year of the fifth millennium. With this, I shall triumph!" She raised her voice, letting it ring out over the battlefield. It was absolute bullshit, but the Armies of Darkness couldn't know that. She was surprised they were coordinated enough to even use the grid the game was set on.
She was distracted from her epic plot/ploy (those words had to be related. Siblings in another life) by recognizing Big Bee, Bergamot's Fishing Rival. The shock of seeing someone she knew from UNOVR while playing in-person as herself took her aback for a moment. She narrowed her eyes. How should she react? Bergamot, she knew, would laugh loudly and villainously behind her hand and proceed to mock the Bandana Guy for his noobish attempts at cheating. Bergamot was dramatic. Noisy. Not subtle. She didn't care about anything, least of all herself.
But Chryssa was curious. In the game, she would never question the people around her being anything other than real. They were all players of the same game. But here? Who was Big Bee, really? Another NPC superimposed over the world? Another bit player blindly steered by the hand of God, conspiring to trap her in this false facsimile of life?
"I wonder," said Chryssa from behind Big Bee. There was no real warning for how she got there. Perhaps the wheels on her chair were rimmed with soundproof insulation. Gray eyes, the color of Pidoves and white orcs, drifted from his sneakers to his face. "Are you really here? Or are you just an apparition? No, that's not the right word. A memory, I mean."
She gave a vague smile. It was unclear whether it was directed at Big Bee or simply for her own benefit. "You can take this," she said suddenly, offering him the vial of quintessence. It shone with ominous amethyst light, painting shadows into the hollows of her cheeks. "My bountiful lands have plenty to spare."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 4, 2023 13:49:29 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qdpwsM~png Of course Morgana (Chryssa) would be participating in the human chess game. Naturally, the humans in question were actually quails, and those quails were actually small bird Pokemon. Chryssa didn't question the logic-- she realized right away that where logic was unsound, the rules themselves required a certain amount of flexibility, and by flexibility she meant abuse.
"Pidove to D4," she commanded, swinging out one hand like an army general (from what anime?). While the Pidove set about attacking the club-wielding orc currently positioned in that square, she kept a sharp eye out for the so-called 'quintessence' that was supposed to appear any time now. She assumed it was like the cherry in Pac Man.
Anyway, it had yet to spawn, so Chryssa just bided her time. There were other players in this game - unlike chess or checkers, the tiles took up the entire fantasy battlefield in a panoramic view. There was nothing saying she couldn't cross over onto other players' territory to harvest quintessence, and she'd already tested whether she could.
A flicker of glowing purple light caught her eye. That must be it! "Pidove, collect that quintessence!" she ordered the Pidove with the bishop hat nearest her and the quail took off with an alarmed coo, swooping across the board towards the item. Hopefully nobody else had seen it first!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 1, 2023 20:02:25 GMT 9
At last, a chance to experience one of the Timberlands dungeons Hydance had *mysteriously* slipped past her. Was it a grand conspiracy, or was Morgana just inattentive? Probably the latter. As much as she liked to *say* she enjoyed mysteries, the reality was that the process of investigating one was *exceedingly boring.* Wandering around in the fog for months hoping to run into something interesting? Too high a price to pay. Of course, that meant missing out on secret Snomager hoards that only spawned for 48 hours on a weekend when Chryssa had a hospital appointment, but who was counting? Chryssa watched carefully, biding her time from her position until the Snomager turned to focus on Kazuki. Her eyes narrowed as she summed up the distance she needed to cover. Unlike the real dungeon in UNOVR, she didn't have the luxury of choosing whatever she wanted from the pile - she was well aware this was a *race.* If she could evade the adorable worm, make it to the pile, and touch base safely, she would win. Many before her had tried simply running to the other end of the cave, and gotten ice-beamed to oblivion for their efforts. Chryssa had a secret weapon. The Snomager was keyed into footsteps, true, but what about wheels? Positioned on an icy slope, Chryssa unlocked the emergency brake and pushed herself off, reveling in the security and life support capabilities of VR. Her "father" would be having a fit right now if he saw her in real life. fi9wlNWQ1d101d10 1d10·1d10 |
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