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Post by bullet on Nov 9, 2016 2:32:32 GMT -6
I see a heart set free and my legacy
Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me
irony.
that one word bounced around her mind endlessly as she sat at one of the large, wooden tables boasted by the inn of beginnings. her hands were folded in front of her, resting on the table. so too was her gaze, which she planted downward, intense enough to burn a hole in the piece of furniture she was vacantly staring at. it could be said that she wasn't staring at anything at all; bullet was there, but at the same time, it was like she was absent. the woman was acting like a husk of herself; she made the motions, but hardly reacted. if she was a bullet, then only the metal jacket remained.
her eyes told a tale different from the others around her—the despair in her eyes was distinct from the rest. the atmosphere was heavy with the universally recent epiphany, and there was bound to be a number of individuals who handled it poorly. but this woman's reddish, auburn eyes told a different tale. looking at them, it was as though despair had eternally folded in on itself. if there was a look in someone's eyes that transcended into a whole new tier of hopelessness and anguish, then it must have looked like that.
the woman paid little attention to the happenings around her. an absentminded and aimless venture brought her to the a place that could provide shelter, as though she were guided by primal instinct alone. a little while ago, she was enjoying time with her family and accomplishing her dream. everything went down hill, and then her scapegoat quickly became her prison. that in itself—ironic. she, who formerly helped decide if prisoners were fit to leave prison, now the one who found herself jailed.
the inmates, or inmate, was now running the asylum. the culprit of this spectacle—just like that thing she diagnosed before, she felt she could see through him. a kind of thing that could not be deemed human, something pitiable to look at when it is born. for the second time, her life was being dismantled by one.
such an irony.
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Post by Alkaid on Nov 9, 2016 13:37:53 GMT -6
[attr="class","Mute"] Die reinste Freude ist die Schadenfreude [attr="class","capsule"]  Kayaba was such a little shit. The joke had gone on for far too long. She was hungry, tired, and most importantly, homesick. How long was she going to be trapped here, who would look after her cowardly little ball python, and her parents...what of her job? And the stars, or her ebook bursting to the brim with recently added books-- Alkaid tried not to whine as she thought of all her things, now doomed to gather dust. She wanted to sit down somewhere and have a proper cry, but everywhere she went, she saw others equally as hopeless and afraid. It made her nervous and more prone to snapping at others. Some of them looked much younger than her -- young teens, kids, really. They weren't afraid to openly weep or give into tantrums, and watching them filled her with disgust at her own self pity. Eventually, the woman wandered into an inn, unsure of where else to go. Of all games, she had to get stuck in one that denied players the use of magic. Why'd it have to be SAO? Why couldn't it be something cooler, like Elder Tale? That game wasn't really her cup of tea, but it had everything she liked in a fantasy MMO -- magic, a variety of races and a ton of professions to choose from. It would be the perfect video game world to get sucked in, though the odds of permanent death were so much higher. It was strange to communicate with NPCs now. Their status was unchanged, but she actually had to treat them less like mindless drones, and more like...people? 'Oh god.' She gestured for the innkeeper to supply her with food, at the expense of her few, precious coins. She was cheap and would need her funds for later, so only ordered a hunk of bread and a vial of purple flavored juice. She stared dispassionately at the meal that was handed to her mere seconds later. Even without tasting it, she knew it was going to taste like crap. Still, she cared her dreadful meal to a far less crowded table. Like it or not, this was her reality for the indefinite future. ✏: ---@: bullet 瑤光 [newclass=.capsule]padding-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;font-size:11px;color:#2b2b2b;font-family:calibri;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute]font-family:'Iceland';font-style:normal;font-size:20px;font-weight:400;color:#1da074;text-align:center;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute:hover]color: #ff5502;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass]
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Post by bullet on Nov 9, 2016 18:26:57 GMT -6
I see a heart set free and my legacy
Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me
even though the only thing that she could readily identify as a coherent thought in her mind had been almost exclusively the cruel irony of the situation, it would have been impossible for her to not dwell on some other details in passing. that may have been inclusive to the fact that, if this all was actually happening and the rules were truly as dire as proposed, then her chance of dying was exceptionally high. after all, the woman was not a gamer. it was one of the first times she actually decided to pick up a game. in other words, she had no idea what she was doing. with the challenges that inevitably awaited them all, would it not be the people like her who perished the quickest? or second quickest, given the lives allegedly already lost.
bullet was no action hero, and she never sought to be one.
there were footsteps drawing near, but the despair incarnate was not sure if she could care less. all of her ability to care was hemorrhaging at such a fast rate it was a wonder that she had even an ounce left, which she used to briefly lift her gaze towards the figure. her attention, or at least what was left of it, mostly was owed to what they were carrying—the hunk of bread and purple juice. for her, it was hard to really mount an appetite given the current circumstances. that possibly alluded to whoever this was having more resolve than her, but at that point of time, that wasn't exactly a difficult feat to achieve.
as one would expect from someone who had every bit of extroversion ripped out of them, her gaze immediately went back towards the table. if someone waved their hand in front of her face, she probably wouldn't have responded. in fact, she probably displayed less signs of life than the actual NPCs they were forced to interact with. it seemed as though her temporary status as more or less the only person at the table was about to be alleviated, and at first, she didn't feel compelled to answer to the stimulus. but, a familiar voice in the back of her mind called out to her; she could feel it ringing in her ears. auditory hallucinations? how far had she fallen? pull through, it said, its tone familiar in the familial sense.
the reminder did have a slight effect. if she was to survive, she was going to need help; that is to say, if she even wanted to survive at this point, she wasn't too sure herself. whoever his girl was knew enough to buy food, so bullet ended up wondering if this was some kind of opportunity. but then again, what did anyone owe her to waste time and effort on her? absentmindedly, she rested her chin into her palm, too heartbroken to even cry pitifully.
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Post by Alkaid on Nov 10, 2016 6:19:11 GMT -6
[attr="class","Mute"] Die reinste Freude ist die Schadenfreude [attr="class","capsule"] That unpleasant sensation of hunger, real or psychological, was beginning to make her stomach rumble. This was perhaps her first time eating something since the games began. No wait -- she'd had water and other beverages, if that accounted for something. They left much to be desired, however. You couldn't notice it with water and equally simple drinks, but she had little expectations of her juice. As for the food...it had to have taste, correct? It would be depressing if food wasn't even good here. Alkaid paused when she realized she was being stared at, and for a moment she protectively held her meager meal closer to her body. It was silly, but instinctive. It wasn't much, but it was hers, and she would not allow someone else to take it. ”What are you looking at?” Her eyes were narrowed into slits of suspicion. But despite her obvious unease, she was not about to join the bustling tables nearby. With a sigh of resignation, Alkaid lowered herself into a chair and neatly arranged her food on the table in front of her. It sure didn't look appetizing, nor did she expect it to be, considering it was NPC made. If they were going to be stuck here for a while, she might be persuaded to pick up the cooking skill. ✏: ---@: bullet 瑤光 [newclass=.capsule]padding-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;font-size:11px;color:#2b2b2b;font-family:calibri;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute]font-family:'Iceland';font-style:normal;font-size:20px;font-weight:400;color:#1da074;text-align:center;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute:hover]color: #ff5502;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass]
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Post by bullet on Nov 10, 2016 11:22:23 GMT -6
I see a heart set free and my legacy
Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me
there was a voice, and it seemed to be speaking to her. at first, she almost didn't acknowledge it, but as the gears in her mind slowly turned and she reached the realization that the tone and context was accusative in nature, she started to finally emerge from the self-induced trance she had been bound within. her sight refocused, and her gaze was once again drawn towards the girl who had now claimed a seat at the table. her own eyes would narrow in response, though not nearly as saturated with suspicion as her parallel was.
"nothing. i lost my appetite." how somebody could even possess an appetite given the recent nightmarish news was beyond her. perhaps they hadn't eaten much before going into the game, or maybe the news didn't effect them psychologically as much as it did her. ultimately, it didn't really matter. this person didn't seem to have a noisy disposition, and that would allow her to continue withering quietly in the safety of the homely inn. though she did not possess much tact with her answer, at the same time, she afforded any in the first place, as the woman simply shot her with an accusative question in lieu of a proper greeting.
she frowned, and her eyes darkened as she looked away once again. as icy as her demeanour may have been, it was truly a struggle to resist the urge to just cry. why did she have to be stuck in here with these people, as someone who just tried to stick their foot into the waters of the industry? it was as though she was unlucky enough to have been bitten by a shark in that same moment. if she actually got out of the game, what even awaited her outside aside from a life of solitude and depression?
bullet supposed it was her turn to say something. she only understood these social rituals from a factual perspective, she never could quite get the hang of progressing conversations.
"do you know a lot about this game?"
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Post by Alkaid on Nov 10, 2016 13:20:26 GMT -6
[attr="class","Mute"] Die reinste Freude ist die Schadenfreude [attr="class","capsule"] ”That's good, I suppose...” Alkaid's voice was devoid of irritation, and replaced by a somberness reserved for despair. She did not want to be here, in a cramped room with strangers and a meal she could not look forward to. How many people would give up hope and start flinging themselves off a building? Probably a good few, knowing humanity. She absentmindedly picked at the bread with her fingers, prying tiny bits away and placing them into her mouth. This method made it hard to tell if the bread was flavorful or not, but at the same time bought her relief. The thought of having to eat the same thing over and over was taxing, on the other hand. There had to be some way to switch things up. If left alone, Alkaid would have resigned herself to eating her poor meal and relaxing in her relatively peaceful bubble. The crowd was thick and loud enough for few people to actually notice her. Except the woman, of course. She claimed to have no appetite, yet here she was, eying the axe wielder. Miss Hungry Eyes was asking about the game, the last thing Alkaid wanted to think about right now. ”I know enough. I was in the beta.” She was one of those players who remained a low level, but was unperturbed by her status. She was only in it for the virtual reality and bragging rights. ”What about it?” Small talk was more a pain in the ass than anything. ✏: ---@: bullet 瑤光 [newclass=.capsule]padding-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;font-size:11px;color:#2b2b2b;font-family:calibri;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute]font-family:'Iceland';font-style:normal;font-size:20px;font-weight:400;color:#1da074;text-align:center;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute:hover]color: #ff5502;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass]
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Post by bullet on Nov 10, 2016 17:27:28 GMT -6
I see a heart set free and my legacy
Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me
being forced to mingle with others never interested her, and it was no different right then and there. it seemed pragmatic in the case of wanting to survive the ordeal, however. with barely any knowledge of the game, including how to go about fighting whatever opposition came her way, she was completely clueless. she didn't enjoy asking people for favours, it alluded to weakness, but she could analyze the situation and see that given the circumstance, she didn't have much of a choice. seeing as bread girl was initially seemingly reluctant to share her meagre hunk of what bullet supposed could be regarded as food, she assumed that receiving help from her was probably going to be a wasted effort. still, there weren't many other options for her.
subsequently, she learned that this woman partook in the beta. to say the least, bullet was far too busy at the time to be preemptive enough to get involved with that, but it did reassure her slightly that the encounter with this stranger could be fruitful. if her brief psychoanalysis was worth anything, she figured that someone as accusative as this would probably see through an optimistic or sugary facade, so she reckoned it would be better to just act like her bitter, overcritical and aloof self. there was often harm in saying what was on the mind, but there were occasions when it was beneficial, too.
not that she ever had high hopes for the latter.
"i need help, to be completely frank." she looked towards her hands, momentarily absorbed in thought, before continuing. "prior to this, i never picked up a single game. i wasn't in the beta, so this is my first experience with it. if the consequences are as dire as the announcement proposed..." the brunette bit her lip, anxiety apparent in her eyes as she looked to her side for a moment. with death being such an unknown, the one thing she couldn't analyze, it wasn't something she wanted to face.
"i'm a stranger. i know you don't owe me anything, or have sufficient reason to trust me, but if you could teach me some of the basics, perhaps i could at least be of service as a meatshield down the road."
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Post by Alkaid on Nov 11, 2016 6:02:55 GMT -6
[attr="class","Mute"] Die reinste Freude ist die Schadenfreude [attr="class","capsule"]  "I need help, to be completely frank." Alkaid paused, pressing the small chunk of bread to her lips. She needed help? 'Don't we all.' Her eyes narrowed at this stranger. If she only needed assistance with the "game" itself, that could be arranged. It wasn't the first time she offered advice to a noob, but this wasn't just a game anymore. It was a hostage situation with no end in sight...aside from Kayaba's proposal, that is. She had to set her bread down when the woman admitted to never gaming once in her life until now. ”Really?! You've never--” Her face paled at the realization she'd cried aloud, and drew a few stares from the players nearest. Alkaid glared back, before setting her food down and turning her gaze back to the other woman. Maybe it wasn't so weird for a newcomer to be drawn to the first VRMMORPG. Even her dad was curious about the game, but was content to let her fill him in on all the details. ”I'd buy it, but I don't like the idea of leaving town with someone I barely know, either.” In past games, she engaged in what is known as player killing. She liked pvp in games, on top of trolling far weaker players. But this was (allegedly) a world where PK would literally brand you a murderer. ”There's this thing called player killing, so I'd advise you to be wary if someone offers to take you outside of the safe zone.” Alkaid was honestly just as likely to turn on the woman, though she was not in the mood for morbid fantasies right now. ”As for a meatshield...maybe. I wasn't planning on rolling tank for this game, so I could use one of those.” Aside from Castiel, she really had no one else, and then only fleetingly. She was too prideful to admit that to this stranger, of course; couldn't afford to look weak, either. ✏: ---@: bullet 瑤光 [newclass=.capsule]padding-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;font-size:11px;color:#2b2b2b;font-family:calibri;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute]font-family:'Iceland';font-style:normal;font-size:20px;font-weight:400;color:#1da074;text-align:center;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute:hover]color: #ff5502;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass]
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Post by bullet on Nov 11, 2016 12:04:30 GMT -6
I see a heart set free and my legacy
Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me
hearing and seeing the reaction to the bombshell she dropped reminded her of just how poor her situation really was, causing her to drop her gaze momentarily under the weight of the epiphany. prior to now, bullet never harboured a genuine interest for games. if anything, they were just distractions, and her time could be invested into something better, something more productive. however, once all of that ended up blowing up in her face, she decided that maybe she should try a game out, employing it as some kind of scapegoat as so many already did. which, as it would turn out, also blew up in her face.
bullet nodded in response, her eyes once again set on the woman before her. their words rung true, and honestly, the fact there was something called player killing didn't come to her as a big surprise. to her understanding, a game was generally defined as some kind of contest, and it would be presumably rare for there to be no competition in one. what that meant, however, was not only did she need to learn how to defend herself against AI, but players as well. as she literally studied things like delinquency as a focus for her major, she was sure there would be people who would start killing one another.
"even if that may be the case, it really doesn't change anything," the brunette leaned back in her chair slightly and crossed her arms contemplatively, letting out a small sigh. "i still ought to take my chances. if i don't ask, i'll end up killed by monsters. if i do ask for help, there's a chance i may be killed by a player, but at least there's also a chance i'll be helped instead, as opposed to the other option." she closed her eyes in thought, brooding for a moment. she spoke again when she opened them once more.
"being optimistic is uncharacteristic for me. as a pessimist, i'm always expecting the worst outcome, but when nearly every outcome is a worst outcome, i guess it's most prudent to pick the least damning option." and staying holed up in some inn for the rest of her days didn't sound like the least damning, more like some eccentric form of psychological torture.
"used to work in forensics before i entered this game, if those years of experience could somehow be applied to right now, i'd say that it gives me a good hunch you wouldn't take me out back and kill me, if you accepted to help, that is." she hated asking for help, truly. even then, saying the word left a bad taste in her mouth. but well, she wasn't minding this person's company so she reckoned it wouldn't be too bad, assuming she said yes.
tank must have been referring to someone who was basically a meatshield, at least given the context. "i'm not overly familiar with the term tank, but i assume that must be the real term for meatshield. coming into the game, i'd been hoping to use spears, but perhaps that wouldn't be ideal for the role?"
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Post by Alkaid on Nov 11, 2016 14:27:07 GMT -6
[attr="class","Mute"] Die reinste Freude ist die Schadenfreude [attr="class","capsule"]  With a total regard for the poor taste, Alkaid took a bold bite out of her bread. This topic was starting to become a juicy one. Here she was, sitting across from a non-gamer. Thinking back on it now, how many non-gamers did she know, around her age? Virtually none, to be frank. Even if only shooters or Candy Crush, most people played something. It made conversations somewhat tolerable, unless it devolved into console wars. Alkaid contemplated the brunette's words as she ate, pausing only to take a sip of her purple drank. It was...okay. She could do without it, honestly. What she should have gotten was tea, but given her opinion of the food right now, sampling "hot leaf juice" did not sound encouraging at all. Had the woman not brought up forensics, Alkaid would have zoned out into her own world. ”You work in forensics? What field?” Hoping for another digital forensics specialist was unrealistic, but one could dream, couldn't they? ”I work in digital; looking for evidence on hard drives and the like.” Computers were her life, and she was practically bouncing in place. ”But no. I probably wouldn't take you out. That's too much effort and I'm really not in the mood to try.” Besides, there was bound to be someone who could shed some insight on perma death. She could find such a person if she cared to. ”But if you really do need help, you'll find being under my wing highly rewarding.” She lightly dusted her top free of stray crumbs, and neatly folded her hands in her lap. ”Think of heavy armor and shields, and you've got yourself a tank. Spears...hm.” Spears were her least favorite weapon types; she preferred to have a blade in hand. ”If you like them, I guess? I'd suggest the standard sword and shield for newbies. I personally wouldn't go for a spear at all, but they're good for covering distances.” She shrugged. ”But do what you like. I intend to get a small buckler later. Going full glass canon might not be a good idea here.”✏: ---@: bullet 瑤光 [newclass=.capsule]padding-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;font-size:11px;color:#2b2b2b;font-family:calibri;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute]font-family:'Iceland';font-style:normal;font-size:20px;font-weight:400;color:#1da074;text-align:center;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass] [newclass=.Mute:hover]color: #ff5502;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass]
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Post by bullet on Nov 11, 2016 22:30:54 GMT -6
I see a heart set free and my legacy
Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me
for the first time in quite awhile, she looked a little less sombre. forensics, along with her field of speciality, really could be called one of her only true passions in life. for somebody to also be into that kind of work always piqued her interest, and it was evident in her eyes that they had brightened slightly. "psychiatric. i was still in med school, but i often got pulled off in my free time to get hands on experience in the job with the pros. i evaluate someone's mental state, to determine whether or not they should be allowed outside of bars." something alike a bittersweet smile ghosted her lips. "makes this situation ironic; i guess i'm the prisoner to this sociopath."
bullet paused for a moment, shifting her gaze back to the woman. "i've met with dozens and dozens and dozens of people who i had to evaluate, but prior to this announcement, i'd only ever met one person who could truly be diagnosed as one. most of the others are just troubled or abused." sure, she didn't know kayaba's history, but all of the subtle mockeries and the very concept of the game itself, if it was truly as vile as proposed, for her pointed to a lack of conscience only attributed to people cut from that cloth. perhaps her opinion would change over the road, but as of then, she could only see a monster.
"i've heard some about the digital area, and sometimes i feel a little envious. to be able to derive information from devices such as those really is a talent reserved for the truly keen." it was her analysis of it, but it was also an inadvertent compliment. the whole field of forensics was really enjoyable, picking—or finding the one unique to oneself—was a tricky thing. she didn't know too much about it, though, as she was the type who barely knew her way around a toaster. what technological knowledge she had was typically reserved for medical instruments.
"i'd be very interested in that, actually." she never expected, going into the game, that she would end up having a mentor of sorts. had she not been alerted to the fact death was potentially permanent, she probably would have at least tried some things out before really asking around. it kind of sounded nice, being under this woman's wing, even though she was too introverted to really admit it, sounded like she'd be a lot less lonely than if she had been on her own.
"perhaps i could learn how to use shields, and opt for heavier armor? coming into this, i thought of being somewhat of a generalist, but if the stakes are as high as proposed, then it may be better for me to be 'tankier', i guess you could call it," little did she know, her improvised term was actually the correct one, "being able to take a hit would be ideal for someone with no prior experience in games, i would think?"
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Post by Alkaid on Nov 12, 2016 7:00:08 GMT -6
[attr="class","cmon"] [attr="class","cmonbox"]  [attr="class","cmonlyrics"]
Depart this world on a silver bullet
I never believed I would ever pull it
Now's the time, here's my show
Ready to go I'm ready to blow [attr="class","cmonbody"]Alkaid deflated some when the brunette admitted to belonging to a different branch of forensics. She had little interest in psychiatry, and had had her fill of them for a few years now. Having her personal files and internet history exposed was one thing; she knew how to protect herself from the script kiddies and hackers near her level. She was also skilled in covering her tracks, and being a forensics expert in the digital field, knew where to hide or destroy incriminating evidence. There was even a device set up outside her bedroom, dedicated to wiping her desktop's hard drive if ever the feds were to waltz in and attempt to secure it.
To her, these were simple precautions; no different from planting a chip in your dog.
But she was weak to the art of mind probing. The shrinks all knew how to get into your head, what buttons to push to set you off, etc. Hers was an especially clever and steadfast woman. She had a way of making you stumble over your words and turning you into a fool. And yet, Alkaid found it difficult to hate the doctor in full. She was funny...in that deadpan, facetious way Alk liked. Sometimes she'd openly smile while looking you in the eye, and say something to completely catch you off guard. "Your waifu is shit," and other memes were occasionally thrown around. She missed her already.
"Well, look at it this way: you have more freedom than someone confined to small cells and heavily regulated schedules. The food is still shit, though." Being a prisoner to an MMO wasn't that bad, to be honest. The escapist in her rather liked it, and would even more if it were true fantasy. "Most people will adapt because it's still a game, and the hardcore ones will be grinding their asses off to get to the top." Normally that would include her, but she was willing to take it slow for once.
She couldn't help but swell a little when the brunette dropped a not so subtle compliment. "I love my career, but it can be very morbid at times. You wouldn't believe the perverted shit I find." None of which she was allowed to disclose.
"If you're going to go for shields, I'd recommend saving up for a kite shield. It's the best type if you want to be a dedicated tank. And yeah, you definitely want to get tanky in this situation. You want to be hard to kill." Were this any normal game, Alkaid would gladly take over as tank and allow the brunette to do whatever she wanted. But you couldn't afford to take on ten boars at once in this world. Not anymore.
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Post by bullet on Nov 12, 2016 15:42:01 GMT -6
I see a heart set free and my legacy
Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me
if she had any ounce of optimism, she supposed she would have acknowledged the fact there were a few positives ways the pseudo imprisonment could be considered dissimilar from a regular one. however, because she wasn't a true gamer, she found it hard for her to really feel that she would be able to adapt to this down the road. if at all, it would be out of necessity, which wasn't something she was hoping for coming into the virtual environment.
for a moment, she tilted her head to the side curiously. subsequently, she mouthed a silent 'oh' as she could only imagine what kind of insidious material the woman found, especially when sifting through the belongings of people who weren't quite sound in the head. "i guess that really validates that everything you do on a computer can't be fully erased or hidden. that's a little scary to think about, and makes me a little relieved i haven't spent too much time on them." well, she didn't think she had any morbidly perverse fantasies to hide, anyway.
"with how much people use technology these days, it sounds like you could pretty much derive their entire life story from it. it sounds like an interesting method of profiling, to say the least." judging from the look on her face, she was interested in hearing more about it—maybe another time. after all, right now it seemed prudent to figure out the actual game so she wouldn't be slain by the first thing she stumbled upon.
"then i'll save up whatever i can for that. i suppose after that it would be wise to find some kind of heavier armour, i reckon there must be someone around here who sells that kind of thing." she had no idea what the prices would be like, nor did she have any idea who she could stop by to actually purchase it, but she was positive that suiting herself up in heavier armour and acquiring a kite shield would heighten her chances of surviving the ordeal.
"it seems odd to name myself 'bullet' in a game revolving around blades. judging from it, one would think i'd specialize in speed or something," she chuckled dryly, and surprised herself a bit to have shown a capability to do so given the situation. "but it doesn't allude to anything like that, it's more of a reminder."
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Post by Alkaid on Nov 12, 2016 17:44:12 GMT -6
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Depart this world on a silver bullet
I never believed I would ever pull it
Now's the time, here's my show
Ready to go I'm ready to blow [attr="class","cmonbody"]Alkaid lightly nodded at the brunette's realization at the seriousness of digital forensics. She'd seen so much sick stuff, nothing of which she'd imagined doing in her internship or even prior. She was more than aware of the cruelty and depravity of human minds, but nothing could prepare her for the sheer amount of kiddy porn she found on her first case. That was purely on accident, which resulted in the case being delegated to her superior...
She left out the part about her not being formally recognized in her field, i.e. not an actual employee. Being a lowly intern would make her seem less impressive. ”A lot of this I knew already; I learned how to 'hack' a bit before high school, and a lot more during. It's funny how careless people can be with their private data.”
This was a subject Alkaid could go on and on about, if the circumstances were different. She wanted to mention the many photo albums of kids growing into adults, home videos, sexy photos, and more she'd thumbed through in her short career. And then there were documents and notes, ranging from short stories to grocery lists. Just by sorting through someone's phone or computer data, she could tell you where they liked to eat, their hobbies, a rough estimate of how many friends and family they have, etc. Truly fascinating.
But back to the game for now.
”Players can craft gear, so it won't be hard to find someone. Just try not to get ripped off. Can't say how the economy here is yet, but at early levels the crafters charge fairly. It's near end game you have to worry about, but that's not going to be for a good while.” Crafting and gathering was very lucrative in some games, though she honestly was not so eager to pick up a craft in this world. Well, cooking, but one couldn't profit much from that.
”Your in-game name is Bullet? And a reminder of what? Were you shot once?” The obvious lack of tact bothered her not, whereas most would feel a twinge of guilt. Alkaid's curiosity was piqued, and she wanted answers.
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Post by bullet on Nov 13, 2016 4:05:33 GMT -6
I see a heart set free and my legacy
Hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me
hearing about how the woman already knew how to hack and access private data before studying it briefly made her think on her own occupation and experiences. if there was any practical skill bullet possessed prior to getting experience on the job, it have to be her ability to read people. while she may not have always known the specific drugs used to treat certain defects, she always had an aptitude for determining the intricacies of what made people tick, and the reasons behind it. right now, her mind was muddled and she found it hard to really thoroughly psychoanalyze the person in front of her.
being so off her game was uncharacteristic for her. popularly described as an ice queen in high school, she was characterized by her distant and calculative nature. there was hardly anything that could get under her skin, yet she always knew the correct buttons to press to get under another person's. unwavering and diligent, it was rare to see her stressed out. alas, the gravity of the situation paired with what happened shortly before even entering the game was starting to form cracks in her chilly composure. had she not been just told to be wary of people attempting to rip her off, she was in too ill of a mental state to realize that herself.
she really needed some time to recuperate and take everything in.
"i see. i will keep that in mind. it's probably too early for me to think about crafting anything myself; ergo, i'll try to focus on the more basic things for now, like combat itself." commerce, crafting, and things of that nature seemed way out of the league of somebody who just started games in general, at least that was her line of thought at the time. she didn't want to bite off more than she could chew in a game where she could apparently end up permanently dying. muddled as her state of mind was, recklessness wasn't a characteristic within her.
bullet thought, to be completely fair, she probably shouldn't have mentioned it if she didn't want the other person to ask about it. then again, it was more of a slip up than anything, as evidenced by the slight look of surprise on her face after acknowledging the follow-up question. she felt her heart sink, as did her gaze as she looked towards the table quietly. there was hardly any tact, but rarely ever sparing any herself, she didn't mind it.
"strange, usually it's me being told all of the grisly details." the brunette remarked softly, before continuing. "but no. i'd have preferred it if it were me who was shot. one of the inmates i evaluated and considered unfit to be released managed to escape from prison. they seemed normal, a real ted bundy of a guy, and i was the only one who could see that it was a front. they decided to make a statement by shooting the people i cared about, then themselves; ultimately, they spared me so i would have to live with it."
if one were to look at her expression, she looked listless, and her eyes might as well have had damaged written all over them. "if it weren't for me, none of that would have happened. i was the figurative 'bullet', and that's what this name was supposed to symbolize. maybe it's because i hear gunshots whenever i close my eyes now, who knows." she didn't know why she was telling her all of this. perhaps she reckoned that, if she was going to be under this woman's wing during her stay in the game, she might as well know how fucked her life was. if she chose to abandon her at any time, it wasn't like there was any harm in talking about it.
"thus, i withdrew, decided to try and use a game as a scapegoat. then all of this shit happened." looking down at her hand, she noticed that she had been violently grinding her nails against the wooden table the entire time she'd been explaining. catching herself, she lifted her hand lethargically.
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