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For Ames, the last couple of days had been very exciting. They weren't filled with danger or adventure, but instead: possibilities. The day after obtaining her Nuclei, Ames had toured the Sweet Maid and generally basked in the establishment's aura. She inspected every part of it, from the kitchen to the bedrooms to Britomart's clothes. Especially her squire's clothes - as the proprietor, Ames fully planned on either finding a matching outfit or hiring a tailor. Eventually she was going to lean into this part of the game, because... well, it was fun. If she had been embarrassed at first, telling Sean and the others about how excited she was to explore the Nuclei, the feeling was quickly wiped away when she logged back in.
She'd parked the inn outside of Nyu-Taro and spent the in-game nights there, inviting the rest of her party to do the same, though with all of them spread out and pursuing their own things it wasn't likely they were all in the same place for long. Besides that, Britomart turned out to be a poor chef, and Ames wasn't much better - she could cook an egg and flip a pancake, but any fancier breakfasts were left to Raime if he so chose to try and cook with his one-armed avatar. Today, though, Ames packed the Maid away. The morning was spent mulling over whether to keep it safe or to move it closer to the battlefield, maybe make some money renting the rooms out... after she'd been reminded that the war was something the party was intending on 'doing.'
After passing through the gates into the city with Britomart, the crest on Ames' hand flashed and the squire faded out of existence, back to wherever she and the inn rested while not summoned to the material world.
Soon enough the circle of friends came together. Ames had shed the cloak she'd been wearing now that she was more or less happy with how her avatar looked. Balancing fashion and function was a bit tricky, but she thought she had a decent grasp on it now. The edge of the haori, her most prized piece of equipment, fluttered gently behind her as she moved. It's long sleeves swayed with the movement of her arms, the opalescent phantom bangles peeking through from time to time. The haori was tied around the waist, covering up most of her chest - though the top showed plenty enough to see the necklace of bone she'd been wearing since almost day one. A cute cat earring pierced one ear, which was new. The shin guards and sandals she wore were a deep fiery red that bled upwards into the scarlet embroidery of the haori. All in all, it was decent look.
Ames stood with one hand on her hip, about to ask the all important question: what the hell were they going to do next? Were they going to split up or support one clan over the other? There were things left undone, mysteries she still wanted to solve, but she wanted to see what her friends were thinking. However, her voice was drowned out by an engine's roar, and she blinked in surprise when an unfamiliar man approached them. He was acting awfully friendly... but... oh, wait, was it...?
"Russ?" Ames guessed. That rugged guy that never posted any pics in their chat, wasn't it? He had said something about going on a trip and not having internet access for a while, but suddenly meeting up with him in the game was pretty surprising.
Ames smiled at the man. With so many disappearances within their party, it would be cool to have another person join them—— aaaaand nevermind, he'd immediately stated his intent to go off on his own. The red haired swordsman scoffed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She had to get used to this. She took a deep breath and took a look at whatever Russ - or Leif - was holding.
"I dunno, don't think I've seen it before," Ames shrugged. "Oh, and I'm Amelia if you couldn't tell. I guess it's nice of you to drop in and say hi."
She was kind of curious about what kind of trouble he could have gotten into in such a relatively short amount of time, but there was something else she was more curious about. "Uh, what do you mean 'locked in' to your path? Can that really happen?" Was she going to have to worry about somehow getting stuck in one of the paths she'd picked up?