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Post by cross on Nov 8, 2016 8:38:39 GMT -6
She felt... dizzy. Like her boots were lined with lead and her arms turned into oddly shaped pendulums. Her head rocked and her vision jumped while her noggin sparked and spat. Her stomach squeezed and queazed until she stumbled, very close to losing her footing on the thin rock wall that she had walked back and forth upon for hours.
And when she stumbled she knew she could go no further. Unhappily Cross sat down, pulled out a piece of tack, and began to eat it. The fatigue and hunger began to ease away as she yawned, stretching after a remarkably unsatisfying meal...
Night had fallen and most had crawled into the inns to rest. Very few players remained awake to roam as dusk settled and darkness crept in. As the crowd dwindled she remained, pacing along the wall as if mesmerized by the measured, controlled nature of her steps.
… And maybe she was. At least she could control how she moved. Or could she? The agility and strength she worked so hard to obtain in life did not feel like it transferred. Her emotions were mixed about the avatar removal. What was the point? Was there one? Would it bother her more or less for there not to be a reason?
Her hair of long blonde, her eyes of golden hazel, her figure, lean, limber, and misleadingly feminine…
Cross adjusted the plate mail, shifting and feeling its weight against her shoulders. It was still uncomfortable, but what about this new situation was comfortable?
Some people were scared. Some people didn't believe. Some people eagerly jumped to the challenge. She watched them.
Which camp would she fall into?
Hmm.
Crouching to settle into a squat, she balanced on the balls of feet atop a five foot wall. In the dark, they say, it takes good eyesight to tell the devil from a saint.
She didn't know if it was true, but this player didn't look like either. They looked like every other confused player out there. … Or maybe not. Maybe there was something different about them. Maybe.
Pulling another piece of tack from her pocket, she began to munch on it while watching them. Eventually she spoke, "You should find the inn and go to bed. Tomorrow will be a new day." She tilted her head a little, curious.
The evening of the second day after the announcement. Cross has been milling around and as night comes about and the crowds dim, she's spotted someone worth talking to and does so. Please feel free to join, be it as the person she's addressing or a passerby creeped out by her shenanigans.
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Post by CANARY on Nov 8, 2016 11:26:52 GMT -6
[nospaces] [break] sweet dreams are made of you What a reveal. [break][break] Many people were in shock - and of course, so was she to some extent. But not quite there either, as her gut feeling had been right, and perhaps that was the most important - no it was the second most - thing about this. She was uncertain, even as the day closed and shifted to night, her steps tracing her over and over in the town. Despite tiredness, despite the panicked muttering and despite whatever was going to happen next. In fact, she was sure some people would just give up - never move forward, or move so at a much slower pace. And yet, she wasn't satisfied with that idea. Nor was she satisfied with the idea of running far, far ahead either. [break][break] Decisions, decisions. [break][break] She had been a Beta Tester, but seeing on how some people were acting, she wanted to keep that secret. On top of that, she hoped that nobody turned to PvP either. If they died here, they died for real was the summation of it, and Canary, as a person that thrived on PvP, knew the rewards that the beta had given out for such activities. And it was tempting - alluring with the siren call of loot, the power that could be easily gained by getting rid of the unwanted weaklings - but she knew she could resist it. Yet, others wouldn't and she knew it. That was a problem she would have to be prepared for. But for now, she was just walking, wandering, thinking. [break][break] Then a voice broke into her thoughts. [break][break] ''Hm?'' she commented, before her turning her attention to whomever was talking to her. [break][break] Ah, there they were. ''Eh, maybe not. I can't sleep anyways.'' she said. And then she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes - red, due to some pigment albinism in her eyes - at the girl before her. ''And you lass? Ain't capable of sleepin' either or are ya just waitin' for somethin'?'' she asks in return. Give and take, perhaps, but something was bothering Canary about this girl. Not that she wanted her gut to be right - not again, please not again - but she wasn't going to dive in like a dumbass either. [break][break] She knew people better then to have blind faith in them. [break][break] cross[googlefont="Muli|Pavanam"]
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Post by cross on Nov 8, 2016 14:42:45 GMT -6
Was she restless or waiting? Her lips pursed as she mulled it over. Hmm... Cross had taken to finding out information she thought was pertinent. How long could she go without eating food in this cyber reality before performance dropped? How long could she not sleep before she had to? What were her limitations and what was the onset of the consequences like before she would succumb? And perhaps just as important... what was everyone else doing? She didn't want to be trampled by the herd and the first step to achieve that was deciphering where the collective aimed to go. But, truth be known this stranger probably hit the nail on the head. She was waiting. ... The only problem was, she didn't know what she was waiting for. She wasn't indecisive... but she was at a loss. While collecting all the data for what she could do, she had yet to decide what she should do. "Just waiting," Cross admitted after a while, more sympathetic towards the other player's inability to sleep than she was her own state of being. "What do you think is going to happen next?" It was a broad question, but broad ones often provoked more honest results. What weighed on the red-eyed woman's mind? What did she think was most important about all they had been told, and all that would happen because of it?
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Post by CANARY on Nov 10, 2016 5:54:22 GMT -6
[nospaces] [break] sweet dreams are made of you Someone was rooting in her head. [break][break] Not that the blonde minded, running fingers through her dyed hair. The question was loaded, and it wasn't easy. Now she know how ... well, of course. The delinquent laughed, shaking her head. Being on the other side of the question, it was easy to see how it felt so heavy. Taking in a deep breath, she tilted her head upwards - towards the sky that was not really there, to the moon that not quite shone properly - before smiling a bit. ''You see, that's just a loaded question that a singular answer isn't really correct honestly.'' she answered, pulling a bit on the worn shirt she was wearing. But she wasn't going to leave it at that - she was not that cruel. [break][break] ''Honestly? What I think is going to happen is a process. Those with the will to move on forward will go. Beta testers, those that they bring, and the smart ones will jostle for ressources, trying to make it ahead of the crowd. Those that want to be at the frontlines will go on ahead. However, that doesn't mean they all have the fortitude to handle what will be demanded of us in the frontlines.'' she says, shaking her head. ''Meanwhile, the majority of sheep will be panicked, confused, and try to figure things out over a week or so. And then when they realize that they should be doing quests, getting forward, the panic that drives them will make them stampede. We'll lose a lot of people that way - they'll take risks in their fear, and well, risks are dangerous.'' she adds. [break][break] She was painting the world as she saw it unfold. ''And then there's the others. Where as those rushing to the frontlines have played the game before, or games of it's type before, they're all good at the combat, at the fighting. However, what of those social players? Not all players are the combat type. Those that are good at crafting, trading and selling, they'll stay behind. They know better then anyone else that the frontlines or the mob isn't where they should be. They'll gather ressources, figure out how to craft, and support the frontlines that way. It's all they can do, and they know it. They'll stay back and organize the mob when it realizes that it's not enough.'' she said. And then, her expression became dark. [break][break] ''By then we should at least clear the first floor. Give the rest hope. But some will snap - and prey on the weak. Humans are predictable like that. Once the panic is over, and we have some sense of stability, the rot will start. Player killers will get together, learn the joys of killing, and start hunting. The frontline will have to eventually put them down, before they kill everyone. Some will break in the frontline. Some will kill themselves before then. Only the strong will survive, in the end - either they have a strong will and are on the frontline, or they're strong of heart and stay behind, supporting what they can.'' she finished. [break][break] ''But that's all under the broad strokes. Not that anyone will believe me, really, that I could be right. I look like a delinquent or a foreigner. But I've played shooter games, and seen what happens to teams that stay together a long time in the competitive scene. And then you magnify that - boom, society. Because this isn't a game - it's our lives, our world now.'' she said, running fingers through her hair, before she smiled. ''But I'm going to the frontlines. I'm not going to do nothing when I can clearly help in some fashion.'' she said. ''But listen to me talk on and on. How about you? What do you think is coming on the horizon?'' she said, turning the discussion around. [break][break] Honestly, she could go on and on about things like the managements of society, if only because she'd lived through some of it and always had a sense for it per say. But for now, her gaze would concentrate on the other blonde, wondering if her words had struck a cord. [break][break] Perhaps they did, perhaps they would not. [break][break] cross[googlefont="Muli|Pavanam"]
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