Red Gypsy...... and now Smarter is going to be dealing with two temperamental/mentally unbalanced ladies at once. Is his ornery nature still a surprise?
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Pirates, monsters, magic, islands and no civilization to steal from. Hmm.
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Now, what happens when you have a bunch of monsters that were living in a forest and they get transmigrated into a futuristic urban setting?
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I know that few, if any, people on this site would be interested in it... but... I just got an idea for a SAO/GGO/XCOM/UFO crossover... fun tingles...
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Life has never given mankind sufficient time... nor sleep... nor comprehension. If it had, we would have stopped trying.
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It can be greatly refreshing to return to a thing that one has long loved.
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@Frizan I... totally ignored the plot when playing Morrowind. I just started looting and killing things.
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Would there be possible openings for both an electronic warfare expert and a field electronic warfare expert? The one being distinguished from the other by exposure to hazardous situations and combat.
Would there be possible openings for both an electronic warfare expert and a field electronic warfare expert? The one being distinguished from the other by exposure to hazardous situations and combat.
@MyCatGinger I have no grand plans for Vern, aside from getting him some furniture.
Vern could always show up with a black filigreed mask, white bow tie, white slacks, black shoes, and no shirt. That would probably be the outfit that would stand out the most.
@Viciousmarrow I don't know about everybody else but that looks pretty good for starters. We just need major landmarks and then each person can figure out where they live relative to where their jobs/hangouts are.
@Daxam Well, for what it's worth, I hope things go smoothly and perfectly wonderful internet practically jumps into your lap with a wag of a fluffy tail.
((A collab between @Haeo and @Verdaux))
Ahead of Vern, a lamp flashed on a bus stop as the deep hum of an engine registered in his ears. Wet concrete applauded the arrival of a shuttle as it rolled to a stop.
And there she was, as texted : 5'5, a thinner 120 lbs, but not stick-skinny. Hair the color of rich mocha, and eyes as soft as jade. Most importantly, though, was the fact that her wispy body was...admittedly a little too finely lined by her soaking-wet clothes. Heaven forbid she would ever take off her gray cardigan; her t-shirt wasn't stained in blood anymore, but there were other warm colors to worry about. And...well, maybe tonight wasn't the best of nights to wear cotton spandex, was it?
Well, the kitchen was burning hot.
"Yo!" she called out, "you're the new neighbor, right?"
Shuttles still run at this hour? Convenience itself dwells within the shining city. And, before Vern's distracted eyes descended the very picture... of a waif. Her clothes were soaked through, in fairly exposing ways, and she was a little too thin for her frame. He assumed that she didn't work outside, having that outfit, but still. Vern's own coat was waterproof and warm with a high collar and it came down to his knees. He took it off as he began to approach her. His first impulse was protective, if a little aloof. He saw far more than he expected to be able to see at a public meeting but didn't dwell on it. His head was still wrapped up in business and the young lady in front of him could easily become very ill if she didn't warm up and dry off soon.
"I assume so. I didn't get any info on my phone yet but it isn't very reliable on that score so if one was sent it'll probably be a bit before..." His pocket buzzed just as he swept the coat over her shoulders. His look turned to a grimace of ironic amusement. "And, that will probably be the text telling me who to look for." He pulled it out, flipped it open, confirmed that that was indeed the flavor of the evening's irony, and put it back in the pocket of his pants with a sigh. "I'm Vern Smith." He held his hand out. "And your name is?"
"Sabine D'aramitz," she replies as she crosses her hands to grasp each side of his coat.
"The landlady wanted me to show you around, but I figured that all it takes for anyone to get around these days is with a GPS. Thanks, by the way."
She then pulled the collar over her mouth, and took a deep breath trying in an attempt her warmth. With the cold night air came Vern's tepid scent, something she hadn't really planned on getting a whiff of.
Vern was actually surprised by two things that pulled his head the rest of the way out of business matters and into the present. First was the sound of the young lady's name. It tickled his memory and made him smell something subtle, maybe a flower, for a brief moment. The other was her mention of a landlady. Vern had only spoken with a man and he hadn't mentioned a wife, though that didn't mean that much.
"Anyways, I had to go by the hospital, and then a kiosk to get your ticket and...well, my other ticket, so...here you go! Should be enough until you can at least afford a scooter or a car."
A still-warm bus pass was fished out from her leggings to give to Vern. While a bit...personal, for most, Sabine didn't seem to have any ill intentions. In fact, she was on her tippy-toes trying to see the commotion with Amity and the others.
"Huh...an idol fan...or the big one herself...?"
"Ms. D'aramitz, it's a pleasure to meet you." Realizing the informality of their meeting, he blinked and loosened his shoulders as his eyes lost the sense of distance they had before and really focused on Sabine's eyes. They were lovely. They were also pretty enough to distract his more primal interests before they raised his blood pressure. "And, please call me Vern. It gets awkward using honorifics while yelling at a noisy neighbor." He smiled quietly as he finished the mild joke. In fact, almost everything about him was quiet and relaxed now that he was paying full attention. But his eyes never really moved from her face while she was talking and he didn't have to look to take the warm bus pass between his left ring finger and middle finger, holding it there easily.
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Though, he did turn to follow her gaze for a moment when she commented on the group on the grass. It looked like their shenanigans had escalated. "I don't know" He said, taking the opportunity to disinterestedly answer Ms. D'aramitz's question. "But she wears pink hair with pride and pushes men around without thinking about it. So, probably either an idol or an imitating diva. Fan girls aren't usually that confident in city parks at night."
The breeze was chilly but keeping your muscles relaxed has the added benefit of keeping you from shivering. Still, the damp was getting through his shirt. It wasn't white but it was starting to cling to his biceps and his sides, two of the places where his muscle definition actually tended to show. Basically, he was getting mildly uncomfortable but his new neighbor was likely going to be catching a bad chill soon. Still, with how close the building was to the park it would probably be the most convenient place for them to go to warm up and he didn't know any of the particulars about her rental arrangement. He also didn't feel comfortable offering to let her come into his apartment when he didn't even have a place to sit. He might have to reprioritize furniture... and a ride.
"Huh...maybe.," she simply responds, before making her way to the duo-turned-trio.
"Wait...is that Zac?!"
Without warning, she breaks off into a little jog, abandoning Vern with his coat still on her. So much for that...
Ahead of Vern, a lamp flashed on a bus stop as the deep hum of an engine registered in his ears. Wet concrete applauded the arrival of a shuttle as it rolled to a stop.
And there she was, as texted : 5'5, a thinner 120 lbs, but not stick-skinny. Hair the color of rich mocha, and eyes as soft as jade. Most importantly, though, was the fact that her wispy body was...admittedly a little too finely lined by her soaking-wet clothes. Heaven forbid she would ever take off her gray cardigan; her t-shirt wasn't stained in blood anymore, but there were other warm colors to worry about. And...well, maybe tonight wasn't the best of nights to wear cotton spandex, was it?
Well, the kitchen was burning hot.
"Yo!" she called out, "you're the new neighbor, right?"
Shuttles still run at this hour? Convenience itself dwells within the shining city. And, before Vern's distracted eyes descended the very picture... of a waif. Her clothes were soaked through, in fairly exposing ways, and she was a little too thin for her frame. He assumed that she didn't work outside, having that outfit, but still. Vern's own coat was waterproof and warm with a high collar and it came down to his knees. He took it off as he began to approach her. His first impulse was protective, if a little aloof. He saw far more than he expected to be able to see at a public meeting but didn't dwell on it. His head was still wrapped up in business and the young lady in front of him could easily become very ill if she didn't warm up and dry off soon.
"I assume so. I didn't get any info on my phone yet but it isn't very reliable on that score so if one was sent it'll probably be a bit before..." His pocket buzzed just as he swept the coat over her shoulders. His look turned to a grimace of ironic amusement. "And, that will probably be the text telling me who to look for." He pulled it out, flipped it open, confirmed that that was indeed the flavor of the evening's irony, and put it back in the pocket of his pants with a sigh. "I'm Vern Smith." He held his hand out. "And your name is?"
"Sabine D'aramitz," she replies as she crosses her hands to grasp each side of his coat.
"The landlady wanted me to show you around, but I figured that all it takes for anyone to get around these days is with a GPS. Thanks, by the way."
She then pulled the collar over her mouth, and took a deep breath trying in an attempt her warmth. With the cold night air came Vern's tepid scent, something she hadn't really planned on getting a whiff of.
Vern was actually surprised by two things that pulled his head the rest of the way out of business matters and into the present. First was the sound of the young lady's name. It tickled his memory and made him smell something subtle, maybe a flower, for a brief moment. The other was her mention of a landlady. Vern had only spoken with a man and he hadn't mentioned a wife, though that didn't mean that much.
"Anyways, I had to go by the hospital, and then a kiosk to get your ticket and...well, my other ticket, so...here you go! Should be enough until you can at least afford a scooter or a car."
A still-warm bus pass was fished out from her leggings to give to Vern. While a bit...personal, for most, Sabine didn't seem to have any ill intentions. In fact, she was on her tippy-toes trying to see the commotion with Amity and the others.
"Huh...an idol fan...or the big one herself...?"
"Ms. D'aramitz, it's a pleasure to meet you." Realizing the informality of their meeting, he blinked and loosened his shoulders as his eyes lost the sense of distance they had before and really focused on Sabine's eyes. They were lovely. They were also pretty enough to distract his more primal interests before they raised his blood pressure. "And, please call me Vern. It gets awkward using honorifics while yelling at a noisy neighbor." He smiled quietly as he finished the mild joke. In fact, almost everything about him was quiet and relaxed now that he was paying full attention. But his eyes never really moved from her face while she was talking and he didn't have to look to take the warm bus pass between his left ring finger and middle finger, holding it there easily.
@lovely complex@Rekaigan@Daxam
Though, he did turn to follow her gaze for a moment when she commented on the group on the grass. It looked like their shenanigans had escalated. "I don't know" He said, taking the opportunity to disinterestedly answer Ms. D'aramitz's question. "But she wears pink hair with pride and pushes men around without thinking about it. So, probably either an idol or an imitating diva. Fan girls aren't usually that confident in city parks at night."
The breeze was chilly but keeping your muscles relaxed has the added benefit of keeping you from shivering. Still, the damp was getting through his shirt. It wasn't white but it was starting to cling to his biceps and his sides, two of the places where his muscle definition actually tended to show. Basically, he was getting mildly uncomfortable but his new neighbor was likely going to be catching a bad chill soon. Still, with how close the building was to the park it would probably be the most convenient place for them to go to warm up and he didn't know any of the particulars about her rental arrangement. He also didn't feel comfortable offering to let her come into his apartment when he didn't even have a place to sit. He might have to reprioritize furniture... and a ride.
"Huh...maybe.," she simply responds, before making her way to the duo-turned-trio.
"Wait...is that Zac?!"
Without warning, she breaks off into a little jog, abandoning Vern with his coat still on her. So much for that...
Doing a little collab with @Verdaux to get things kicked off, so don't worry too much about replies from Vern for a bit unless you want in.
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