𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
𝚂𝚎𝚡:
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎:
Haruka Kanata - Asian Kung-Fu Generation.
Hurry it up! Wring it out!
Though my legs are all tangled, they will surely take me far...
Even if I steal it and manage to grasp it,
If it isn't you, then what's the point?
So I'll go far into the distance...
Your world will become a thing of deceit
painted all in white...
𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎:
𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜:
𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕:
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜:
𝙷𝙿 - Calculated after acceptance.
𝙼𝙿 - Calculated after acceptance.
𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜/𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜:
Flanking Strikes – Mouette does more damage when attacking a character from their blind-spot/around their back.[Passive]
Poisoning – The ability to poison his blades to cause damage over time with a successful strike.[Passive]
Pickpocketing – The stealthy art of picking an unsuspecting target's pockets. The higher Mouette's level, the more likely he is to succeed.
𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢:
Steel Sword.
Traveler’s Tunic.
Health Potion [10].
𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎:
𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎:
Satori didn’t know how to feel – it was all so surreal, something that didn’t happen in real life. He was stuck here. Possibly forever. Talk about escapism gone wrong. The hooded man blinked from the sky, leaving a bitter taste in Satori’s mouth – no, he’s Mouette now, isn’t he. Satori doesn’t exist here, only Mouette does – he created this online persona and now he was stuck here.
Mouette’s impassive face twitched, one corner of his mouth lazily turning downwards. He could feel a headache blooming on the forefront of his mind – he really didn’t feel like dealing with this shit today. “How tiring.”
When it came to the thought of action, the first thing that came to mind for Mouette was to take a fucking nap and deal with it later. Then, when the unsettling atmosphere finally touched his shoulders like a bucket of cold water, Mouette decided to push his nap by an hour. The brief thought of joining a group crossed Mouette’s mind – but if he joined a group, he would be slowed down considerably if he wants to get out of here fast enough. Because like hell is he going to be stuck in a VMMORPG with a bunch of edgy kids calling each other swear words.
He needed a plan: anything could happen at this point and the best plan of action is to have a plan. There are many unknown variables that Mouette needs to know before he is able to set a plan, however, and he knows this.
The most pressing unknown variable in Mouette’s mind is: If he dies in the game, will he die in real life?
There’s only one way to really test that out, isn’t there? Mouette eyes the other players warily. The only way he can know for certain is if someone dies – be it by his hand or not.
God, if only Satori Mouette had slept in that day.
Banned
