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Post by Zipper on Apr 5, 2012 20:53:50 GMT -5
LOGGED IN... LIFE IS A DREAM
HEAVEN IS REALITY
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Δ Server..... Logged In
Mac Anu.............. Loaded
Entering The World....................
A blinding glow of white light. Glitchy-looking digital static. Is this normal? It would be such a bother if something was broken right out of the box. After a moment, the image settles into an unfamiliar but utterly dazzling landscape.
"Haah...!" A soft but audible expression of awe. So this is what it's going to be like, huh? Quite promising already.
Zipper carried every immediate earmark of a newbie -- Taking in the environment with widened eyes, turning at every sound picked up with curious ears, pausing to run fingers along guardrails... then the eccentricity become apparent. She begins speaking to lampposts. Pulling at her hair, running her fingers through it and gazing at it for quite some time before doing the same with the fabric of her clothing. Kneeling down and picking at the stones in the walkway, following them to the wall of the first building she comes upon, fingertip following along the base and up the corner.
The inspection comes to a close and her finger trails off, her hand slowly falls back down at her side as Zipper's gaze continues up to the sky, her eyes slowly narrowing back to their usual, half-lidded state.
"This is good. Very good." A contented smile crosses her lips. She kicks one foot lazily in front of the other at an odd sort of tempo rubato, slowing as any massive monument or miniscule mote catches her attention. Then, more contextless reflection. "Packed days. Doubtlessly."
A light giggle and short hop as Zipper swings herself up onto the stone siderail of a bridge along the walkway, lying back to rest along it, arms folded behind her head, one leg lazily swinging over the far side. Her eyes, unblinking and somewhat empty, stare up into the sky once more.
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 5, 2012 23:14:51 GMT -5
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Somewhere up along the road wandered the blademaster, arms tucked inside his robe so that the arms hung loose and empty at his sides. At the moment he was still dressed in Japanese attire without any heavy armour; a bit odd for his class, but he didn't seem deterred by this.
The gentle breeze that came with the opening up of the road to the bridge played at his long, black hair. A simple katana with tsuba of two interlocked rings around the blade was thrust through his obi.
He was also rather lost in his thoughts and reflections at the moment but as he began to cross the bridge he noticed the figure of someone sprawled out like a cat along the stone railing. It was someone he hadn't seen around here before.
Mind you he was still pretty new himself but he was beginning to recognize some of the more familiar faces around the town when he was in between field runs and doing research into his own questing options. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y30/rurouni_ben/hack%20FRACTAL/sidebar_aku01.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #d4bfba;]
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Post by Zipper on Apr 5, 2012 23:52:53 GMT -5
LOGGED IN... LIFE IS A DREAM
HEAVEN IS REALITY
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A long, slow stretch eventually broke the stillness of her form. She made it look almost painful. Eyes shut tight, lower lip bitten, a bit of a grunt and whine, writhing about with a dangerous lack of attention to her position at her perch. Afterward, she shimmies and rolls about into a face-down position, arms re-folded under her chin as she nuzzles at the fabric in a way that makes her spot go from seeming an awkward spot to park herself to somehow looking appealingly comfortable. Perhaps the comparison to a cat was apt.
After the passage of a few more minutes in this fashion, her eyelids part, squinting as she readjusts to her surroundings. As her gaze focuses, she spots the lone figure moving in her direction. Her eyes close once more and she smiles warmly in his direction. The oddity of the stranger's dress is lost on her, really. She's too new and ignorant of in-game practices, yet, and probably wouldn't think much of his choice even if she weren't. Those sleeves, though... so big. Were his arms really shaped that strangely? No, the fabric waved and billowed with breeze and movement. Still, she could probably fit herself wholly within one of those sleeves.
Well, okay. Maybe not. But close.
Hmm... could Twinblades wear such garments? It looked immensely comfortable. Huge, gigantic, overlarge kimononess. Definitely something to look into purchasing for herself when she logged out. Mmm, imagine rolling about and cocooning oneself in something like that. It's like a wearable blanket! <3
She opted to speak to the fellow as he approached. "Your robe... is wonderful." This was punctuated by another, broad smile.
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 6, 2012 0:11:10 GMT -5
LOGGED IN . . . it is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream.... | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #985254; border-bottom: 7px solid #985254;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] [style=height: 450px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: auto;]
He kept walking even a step after she had addressed him and he turned to look back at her. Partly because it took her that long to finish the sentence to know he was being addressed.
Akujiki kept himself busy but he didn't want to seem impolite.
He looked down at his kimono in thought a moment and then offered up a friendly grin in reply. It was almost like he took it for granted. It was just part of his character design who he was.
"Thank you," he replied. "You prefer the more flowing types of attire?"
This curiously coloured character seemed to be sporting her own sort of robes at least in flourishes. She was a unique sort of creation; not the usual run of the mill avatar. He sort of liked that, really. A player with character or at least a unique sense of self. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y30/rurouni_ben/hack%20FRACTAL/sidebar_aku01.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #d4bfba;]
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Post by Zipper on Apr 6, 2012 0:30:32 GMT -5
LOGGED IN... LIFE IS A DREAM
HEAVEN IS REALITY
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The girl rolls down from her perch, barely landing on her feet in what appears to be more in accidental fashion than due to any particular level of balance or skill. She teeters forward a bit, saved by her hold on the surface she only just abandoned. Righting herself, she stands and gazes a bit blankly, save for a vague smile, toward the face before her. Quietly. For some time. It would be reasonable to question whether she planned to say anything.
Finally, she holds her arms a bit out from her sides, spins in a slow, full circle, and speaks up at the completion of a full circle.
"I must have gone a bit overboard. Too much. Oh well."
A momentary pause.
"...peacocks aren't so bad after all. Maybe." Her smile widens, the thoughts that traversed her mindspace apparently amusing her. The smile is broken soon after, though, by a more quizzical look. As though she remembered something but wasn't sure what to make of the thought that occurred.
Finally... "Zipper." The only possible contextual link for this single word comes in the form of a lazily extended hand. Perhaps it was an introduction?
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OOC Notes: Nah... someone already beat me to the invention of the snuggie. X3
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 6, 2012 0:38:56 GMT -5
LOGGED IN . . . it is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream.... | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #985254; border-bottom: 7px solid #985254;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] [style=height: 450px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: auto;]
He looked down at the hand a moment, taking a few seconds to parse the cultural divide before he reached out in imitation to accept it.
Zipper. ...he wasn't quite what to think about the name. It was either very creative or incredibly lazy. It certainly didn't seem to allude to any particular speed or desire for it. Perhaps it was meant more tongue-in-cheek? Such were his thoughts, anyway. Either way it made for a combination that was hard to forget. Zipper certainly made a deep first impression.
"Akujiki," he replied, introducing himself. "I don't think you've gone overboard at all. It's a bold character statement."
He admired that in a player.
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Post by Zipper on Apr 6, 2012 0:57:24 GMT -5
LOGGED IN... LIFE IS A DREAM
HEAVEN IS REALITY
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Zipper took his hand in her own with a gentle squeeze, pausing after. She seemed to be unsure what to do afterward.
...this IS a proper, universal greeting, right? Well, the effort seemed to perform its intended purpose, at any ra--
An odd expression crossed her face. A difficult expression. Not upset, but unsettled. Not contemplative, but thoughtful. Not mischievous, but...
She cocks her head far to the side and raises her arm, Akujiki's hand still held within her own. This was apparently not enough to satisfy her, as she then began bending sideward at the waist, as well. A look of immense curiosity and great surprise became clear.
"Maybe I really could! Like a tube dress. Out of curtains." She stood up straight again and lowered her arm, releasing Akujiki's hand. "Mmm... maybe not. Probably not good."
As if recalling she was in a social situation, her gaze returned to the fellow before her and issued him a genuine smile. "It looks good on you, though! Suits you well."
"Um..." The thoughtful look returned. "You were aski-- Oh! Yes. Playing. How long. I haven't! Except for just now. I'm a fresh spring chicken!" She gently scrubbed a finger behind her ear, then presented it to Akujiki with a grin so wide, it narrowed her eyes further. "Still wet! ...Yourself?"
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 6, 2012 1:12:33 GMT -5
LOGGED IN . . . it is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream.... | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #985254; border-bottom: 7px solid #985254;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] [style=height: 450px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: auto;]
...ehm...
Maybe the auto-translate feature was malfunctioning? He wondered if he should submit a GM ticket; but that might be awkward and potentially insulting to this new player. He hoped she would forgive his ignorance and did his best to brush aside the weirdness to some social grace.
He lightly cleared his throat into his fist and replied to the one part of the conversation he knew he could attend to.
"I've been playing for a few days. I think I've gotten used to the interface at least."
Which was a polite way of saying he'd been over it with a fine toothed comb to get it as close to his preferred play style as possible. [/style] | [atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y30/rurouni_ben/hack%20FRACTAL/sidebar_aku01.jpg'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #d4bfba;]
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Post by Zipper on Apr 6, 2012 1:35:01 GMT -5
LOGGED IN... LIFE IS A DREAM
HEAVEN IS REALITY
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"Mmm. It's very..." A pause for thought. "...complex. Much to go over. Too much, maybe."
Zipper returned to her area at the bridge's siderail, giving her conversation partner back a pace or two of his personal space. She leans back against the side, her arms propped atop it, head tilted back as she stares neutrally up into the sky.
"Too much to focus on. Maybe just play as-is. Grow accustomed to things. Learn things. Gradually. Naturally." She looks back at Akujiki. "Like being born. Again. But into this place. Learning to move. Communicate. Interpret."
A gentle smile.
"Somewhere between being reborn and becoming multilingual. Your mind learns a whole new set of communicative options and skills."
Slooowly, she slumps to the ground, her hair resting atop and hanging over the side. Her eyes close and her smile widens. "Akujiki, I'm very glad to have met you. And that you were my first person! You're a patient man. And friendly. That's good. Thank you. You're free to go."
Zipper bowed her head low. This, along with her sincere smile, made it clear that this was not a dismissive statement. The implication that she didn't wish to keep you if you had somewhere to be may not have gotten across quite as well, but she didn't correct herself.
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 6, 2012 1:51:41 GMT -5
LOGGED IN . . . it is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream.... | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #985254; border-bottom: 7px solid #985254;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] [style=height: 450px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: auto;]
His grin returned as Zipper slowly sluuuuuuuuuumped to the ground. She really was an interesting player.
...more than a little strange but interesting.
At her compliment he bowed at the waist in a formal way.
"Thank you, Zipper." He straightened. "I'm sure we will see each other around."
Indeed she was hard to miss and he had his rounds.
He took her comment more to mean that she was ready to go back to her cat nap, basking in the sun and he also did not wish to interrupt her from exploring things here in her own way, at her own pace.
After all, he had taken a little while himself to get orientated, get his menus configured, his interface just right. Then there was that first battle he had where he had to move menus and change settings on the fly. That was an embarrassing start...at least to his own sense of pride.
As such, Akujiki had no desire to rush Zipper into anything. There were those that came to games like these for the sake of enjoying it for what it was. Everyone had a different sort of escapism.
He turned to continue on his way and raised a hand to a stationary wave over his shoulder.
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Post by Zipper on Apr 6, 2012 2:04:45 GMT -5
LOGGED IN... LIFE IS A DREAM
HEAVEN IS REALITY
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"And you, as well."
Suddenly, two sharp, swift left jabs were thrown, followed by a right. No other part of her body moved save for the opening of one eyelid, the eye behind it shifting to track the departing figure. "Go get 'em, tiger."
A wry grin as her hands fell slowly back to her sides.
"Mmm... maybe peacock. Yes. Take care others don't look to ruffle the feathers."
Were these wise words, or more random musings? Likely the latter, as the eye closed once more. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her head to one side, her expression falling neutral once more.
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OOC Notes: You rawk. <3 Thanks for the play; I needed a few posts to find center! Potentially interesting dynamic, already :3
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Post by Akujiki on Apr 6, 2012 3:43:01 GMT -5
LOGGED IN . . . it is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream.... | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #985254; border-bottom: 7px solid #985254;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] [style=height: 450px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: auto;]
He wandered off down the street at the final musings came from the girl in pastel colours speaking of peacocks and tigers. The shade cast from the buildings coat him, obscuring him from sight until he appears briefly again in a break between buildings; then gone once more.
He still wasn't sure if those final words were another translator failure or she was just that unusual. Either way it had been an interesting incident in his otherwise routine day. It were these little slice of life events that came from out of the ordinary that made playing online with others worth it.
Because he certainly would not have encountered that in his usual daily life.
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