Chosen Despaired Twin Hills

Her eyes were dry, contacts were sticky, and she was still tired. Her nap didn't seem to have helped her much as she laid on her couch, wrapped in a fleece blanket. She blinked her eyes a few times as she looked to the window, the sun outside setting ever so slowly. She had managed to sleep her evening away only to go back to sleep within the next few hours. Since she was now awake though, she decided that it would be a good idea to rise from her warm, comfortable nest and making something out of her evening. Weekends always led to lazy days. Dom wasn't around to hang out with, and Bethany has disowned a lot of her friends due to the past problems, so she was hard pressed for finding something entertaining to do. Her brother had been on the computer all day, so she couldn't get on then, but now it was open.

Open computer meant some entertainment at least.

Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, Bethany walked over to the computer, sat down in the chair and booted the machine up. She hummed to herself as she waited for the computer to load, and once it was done, she loaded up The World. A knot began to form in her stomach, however, as she began to wonder if Vega had sent her anything. Bethany hadn't logged onto the game for quiet some time, so who knew how many messages she had stacking up in her mailbox.

The Altimit screen came on, its bright orange light causing Bethany's skin to take on an orange tint. Her inbox showed itself, and surprisingly enough, there was nothing from Vega. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she continued the log on process. Within a matter of minutes, Bethany transformed into Adrya, the low level Wavemistress who had been out of play for about a month, was now here waiting for someone named Stane who she was to go out into a field with. The girl yawned and stretched as she sent him a message.

So, for a few moments she stood to herself, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. She was slowly coming to the realization that she was bored. True, she had only been waiting for just a few minutes, but when Adrya began anticipating an event, she became restless and needed something to do. She was excited yet nervous. Meeting random people could always bring about something bad or something good. You never could tell until you were in the middle of the encounter, and Adrya was terrified of going into things blindly.

Adrya refrained from the urge to walk around the town, so instead she decided to sit on the steps leading to gate and be patient. Leaning on her knees, she began to watch the different players run or walk to the different shops, or just stand to speak with someone. Adrya didn't know enough people yet to do things like that, but hopefully soon she would be able to. She liked having friends, she was just scared to make any.

(OOC: Hope this is okay, I noticed Stane mentioned that I might be joining in, so here we are)

Cameron paced around his room. It had been a while since he had gotten on The World, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to or not. He stretched some, then as he was contemplating whether or not to get on, a sudden thought popped into his head. If he was going to be bored, why not at least get on? That way, there’s some chance of a break from the boredom and monotony of what he was currently doing. Thinking that was a good idea, he sat down at his chair, and dusted off the hypnotic VR headset he had purchased a while ago. All in all, it was a great invention. Because of it, he was able to feel more a part of the game, like he was actually there.
Putting the headset on, he grabbed his controller, booted up the PC, and when it was finally done loading, he launched the now familiar application, and input his information.

Name: Nemorac
Passsword: ********
Welcome to The World

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Nemorac opened his eyes to the familiar sights and sounds of The World. The slight blowing wind, the bustling shop section, the various people wanting trades, and people just walking around doing nothing, it made him remember exactly why he liked games like this. In fact, he could already feel his boredom waning. Realizing he had forgotten what all was in his inventory, he poked around it for a bit. After getting re-acquainted with his inventory, he stretched a bit, thinking what to do.

”Hmm…maybe I can hang around the Chaos Gate. If I do that, maybe
I’ll get wrangled into questing with someone or something…”

Realizing he was talking to himself, he sighed. No matter where he was, that seemed to be a problem for him. He would often freak people out by saying exactly what he was thinking aloud, though he managed to keep most of the more snide comments and other things best left unsaid to himself. However, that still did not excuse the sometimes random outbursts that did happen, and it caused him problems more than once in his life. Still, it was one of the things that made him unique, so he just rolled with it.

Collecting himself and getting over his random “I’m talking to myself, look how weird I am” feeling he usually encountered when he realized he was talking to himself, he jaunted over to the Chaos Gate, not in any particular hurry, or for any real reason. As he walked there, there were the normal bout of people harassing him, those people who would spam trade requests, and various other things.

”Dang it guys, I’m trying to get sucked in here…you’re not helping…” He muttered under his breath.

Eventually though, he made it to the steps in front of the Chaos Gate. There, he spotted something he didn’t see very often: a female Wavemaster, or Wavemistress, as the case may be. Not only was that a bit of a shock to him, he also found the choice of clothing unusual. Instead of a standard type of Wavemaster garment, like robes or something of the like, she wore a white and blue outfit, with a sort of skirt arrangement from the waist down that showed her legs. The sleeves of the outfit seemed detachable as well. Nemorac assumed that, in a way, that might be more functional as Wavemaster apparel, but he preferred the more traditional garments. Deciding for no apparent reason to strike up a conversation, he sat down next to her, and smiled.

”Hello there. Nice day, isn’t it? By the way, the name’s Nemorac, how do you do?”

Nemorac hoped that his method of striking up a conversation wasn’t going to scare her away or put her off, because he meant well. However, his often extremely direct approach did seem to scare away some of the more shy individuals.

Boring.

Resting her head on her hand as her arm rested upon her knee, Adrya inhaled deeply only to exhale an exaggerated sigh as she sat and waited. Impatience was one of many flaws that the girl had to deal with. She tried to think of other things to occupy her during her wait, but all ideas fell flat shortly after creation. As she stared forward towards the bustling group of Mac Anu, but not really looking at them of course, Adrya's eyes began to dry out. As she went to rub her eyes to bring back any bit of moisture, the Wavemaster failed to notice a figure sit next to her on the steps. Just as she was about to release her eyes from the assault, the figure spoke.

”Hello there. Nice day, isn’t it? By the way, the name’s Nemorac, how do you do?”

Jumping slightly, the girl twisted her body towards the male player, slowly bringing her hands down from her eyes. Looking to him she blinked a few times, registering the player and analyzing him. Another wavemaster, much like herself, wearing a more traditional grouping of clothing than she. A purple robe with a white dragon. He had blue eyes and black hair, giving a strong contrast against his actual form and features. She leaned in closer, her eyes still blurry from clouding up, and then sat back as she realized how close she actually gotten to the fellow player. Blushing slightly, her eyes began to moisten right back up.

“Oh, um, hi! Sorry. It is a nice day.”

She stared for another moment before the rest of his earlier statement finally registered.

“Nemorac?” She asked as she held out her hand with a grin, “Interesting name. Mine is Adrya, and I'm doing all right, I suppose. A little bored. Waiting for someone I'm supposed to meet.”

And this was the part Adrya always hated about meeting new people. The awkward silence that sometimes seemed to come out of a first time meeting between two people always seemed to be a permanent fixture in Adrya's introduction. Quickly her mind began to race for something else to say.

“How are you today?” She asked.

And that proved to be the hardest yet easiest response ever.

Why was getting to know this individual proving to be so hard for her? Usually Adrya's words flowed a bit smoother from her mouth, but for the past few weeks, real world and virtual, things seemed to be a little rigid. Perhaps it was all the drama she had to deal with concerning her friends, online and off. In the real world, Adrya was becoming a recluse rather quickly, and that was transferring into the game. She was being too careful with new people she met, and that was affecting her socially. She was becoming awkward.

So, here she was in Mac Anu, ready to make a new friend or lose one just as quickly. She hoped he wouldn't stand to walk away now. She was being weird...

The person he had decided to interact with certainly seemed interesting. Then again, he liked to try figuring out people and, occasionally, messing with them. However, now was not the time for that. He genuinely wanted to meet more people on here, and even though he’d met a few people by way of the Advent Dynasty, he still wanted to find people on his own to meet up with and explore The World with. Plus, if her avatar was anything to go by, this girl was cute. Though, Nemorac wasn’t exactly concerned with that.

”Ardya, huh? That’s a nice name. Pretty, too. I like it.” Nemorac smiled once more. For some reason, it seemed just logging on today was making him excessively happy. ”I’m doing fine, as you can probably tell. Well, better than I was a little while ago, anyway.”

Nemorac loved interacting with people. The World was an especially fine place for talking to people as far as internet games were concerned. Not as many people spamming requests about “selling x item for y outrageous price” or “get easy levels by going to z site for only u amount of money” (yeah, he was starting to run out of variables at this point). Still, even in those games, there were interesting people to talk to. At least, he thought so. Nemorac started to think about the various acts he’d committed against the internet community several years ago, and thinking of that made his resolve that much more to be a better person now.

Of course, to Ardya, his reactions for a second there were weird. He had been looking up at the sky, when all of a sudden his face contorted in disgust, then suddenly filled with resolve. Nemorac wasn’t able to control how his emotions were conveyed, so one could usually tell close to what he was thinking based on how his face was at the time. Realizing he had just done that, he turned back to Ardya, laughing a bit.

”Sorry about that. Zoned out for a second there. Well, maybe we can do something together here soon? Then again, from how you looked when I found you, you’re waiting for someone, am I correct?”

Just then, another player, a Heavy Axe, walked up to them. He had this grin on his face, and Nemorac could tell just by looking at the guy that this was one of those people who loved selling things at outrageous prices to people. And, sure enough, the man spoke.

”Hey, some Wavemasters! Not too many of you guys. Say, I got this really nice staff that I thi-”Not interested.”

Nemorac cut the man off, causing him to back up a bit.

”Why not? Don’t you want it? I swear it’s got a lot of power.”

”Whatever weapon you have, I’m sure you’re overpricing it. Besides, there’s a level requirement on games such as this, so that weapon would probably be useless to us anyway. Now, off with you, go peddle your overpriced goods somewhere else.”

The Heavy Axe let out a “tch” noise, and walked away. Nemorac sighed.

”Hate guys like that. Sorry about that, Ardya. So, any word from the person you’re waiting on?”