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Current 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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@Zelosse Sorry for my absence...

I've been way over my head with moving preparations lately. And, I don't see things calming down for another couple weeks or so. As a coup-de-gras, the house we're moving into... probably doesn't have internet. So, to sum up, if I can squeeze in the time and get some brain juice flowing then I will hopefully pull a post out of my... something... in the next couple of days. If not, then I give you permission to puppet both of my characters as needed so that nothing is delayed.

I will check back when I have a moment in which I am not blacking out at the keyboard from sleep deprivation.
Shizuka's words kept replaying in Vern's head for the rest of the day. Every idle moment meant hearing them again.
"You can't take care of other people unless you take care of yourself."
Had he bit off more than he could chew? Had he lost track of why he was working so hard? He wanted to make sure that his future wife would live without worry if he were to pass away young, like his father. That would be for nothing if he never lived long enough to marry. Still, the fact remained that he had responsibilities.

Three meetings and a quick sandwich for lunch made for a busy first part of the day. Then, he had to quietly rush to his other job, leading one of the maintenance teams that took care of the park for the city. There was a plumbing issue with a couple of the water fountains and he had to pull out a good part of his knowledge on the subject to get the job done. Even with three people under him, it still took all of five hours. He had instructed the others to handle the usual maintenance tasks while he took on the plumbing problem. Things worked out in the end but he only barely managed to finish the rest of the work by quitting time.

It had already been raining for awhile. He was soaked, first with sweat and then with rain. His crew had already finished and gone home. They had rides on muggy, wet days. Vern had gone around and priced vehicles but he had only recently found one suitable for his current needs. It was a scooter. It had also gotten a flat yesterday and wouldn't be ready for him to pick it up from the shop until morning.

So, he walked.

By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs that led up to his apartment, he was soaked through and had a good start on being chilled to the bone. He was also blinking owlishly to try and keep the world from blurring. He was tired, almost tired enough that he couldn't feel it. He was just starting to ache all over and his headache from the morning's paperwork hadn't gone away. He failed to notice the unfamiliar bike as he approached the stairs. He also didn't notice the young lady quietly standing just off to the side of the door to his apartment.

Then he noticed. His key was in his hand. water was dripping from the brim of his maintenance uniform cap. His uniform was soaked and muddy with a scattering of grass stains. Dripping wet work gloves hung out of his back pockets and his bare hands sported wrinkled fingertips from hours in the wet. It took a few long seconds before he could make his eyes keep her in focus long enough to recognize her.

Of all people to see him in this state, it just had to be Shizuka. The very person who had reminded him that he shouldn't push himself so hard during their talk that morning was standing outside his apartment under the awning that he had installed a couple months before with his briefcase in her hand. She looked wet. She also had the look of someone trapped by the rain.

Vern remembered his key and his manners in roughly the same moment, inserting the key into the lock and opening the door before clearing his throat and motioning for her to enter. His hands were shaking.

"Shizuka, thank you for bringing that over. Please, come in and warm up." He said. His voice was so soft that it barely carried the few feet between them. "I'll make some tea." He walked inside and removed his soaking wet work boots by the door, walking in wet socks to the small kitchen where he began heating a kettle and pulling tea down from a cupboard.

The apartment was designed like a studio with a bedroom and bathroom being the only rooms that had any actual walls. The rest was open concept and there were tile floors by the entrance, the kitchen, and the bathroom. The rest was wood. It had the decorative distinction of actually looking easy to clean. That is, it had nothing else to recommend it due to being empty of anything resembling a lived-in feeling. The kitchen was the notable exception. All over it were signs of knowledge and pride. The dishes were perfectly maintained and in good order. The spices were widely varied and well organized. The counters were largely uncluttered and only sported a couple of necessary appliances. The cupboards were made of good quality wood with a moderate finish and there was no sign of disturbance in the ones that were open.

One of those cupboards was the recipient of Vern's labored attention. The label on one tin of tea was proving hard to read. He tried to pull it into focus and it kept slipping back out again. He stepped away from the counter to set the tin down and get one of the stools from the small kitchen table. It was about then that everything went black and he fell to the floor with a muffled thud on the tile.

@Stern Algorithm
@Stern Algorithm

Vern's smile became a little more natural at Shizuka's response. It was a wonderful relief to have someone as steady as her working here. Though he did wish that he'd been better able to hide his stress. He really hadn't wanted to talk about something so personal at work. He really did try to keep his work and personal lives separate. He knew that his employees had their own lives and worries to contend with. It was bad form to bother them with his own personal issues.

But, he really didn't have anyone to talk to right now. The only two acquaintances that he had, here in Shine City, had both vanished. Yet, how do you explain to a younger woman who is also an employee of a company you own that you are a lonely, nearly thirty, man living in a apartment in an otherwise empty building and that your own neighbors didn't think it was worth your time or theirs for them to let you know that they were vanishing off the face of the earth. Or rather, how do you explain that without sounding pathetic and losing face both personally and professionally.

"Thank you for your diligence, and your concern, Shizuka. But... I'm afraid that there isn't really anything particularly unusual about my troubles." Vern took a breath and set down his briefcase on the floor by the counter. "The simple fact is that there are more challenges than I originally anticipated when I bought this business. Some with the building, some with other personnel. And, a few unfortunate personal coincidences as well. Perhaps I wasn't quite as prepared as I thought I was. But, I'll be alright."

Being honest and direct while staying professional was a lot harder than he had thought it would be, especially since he had a very strong feeling that he could trust Shizuka implicitly with anything he wished to reveal. And, he was so very tired. He had maintained his other job, managing the small portion of the city's public janitorial personnel that maintained the park, as well as taking care of maintenance and cleaning of a three story house, his own apartment on the fourth floor of the same, and the recently vacated apartment next door where his neighbor used to live. He also wasn't sleeping well.

The lighting here in the store and the uniform cap of his other job had managed to confuse the appearance of his face well enough that the dark circles under his eyes had been able to slowly darken without being noticed at either of his places of work, so far. He raised one hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose as the first subtle throbs of a headache began to knock at the backdoor of his consciousness. Some symptoms can't be hidden forever.
So... everybody is waiting on a couple extraordinary people. Somehow, I think I've seen this kind of event before.
@Dynamo Frokane Apologies for the wait. I'm still working on that write-up for Ink Sparks. As soon as it is complete, I will send it to you or another GM of your choosing.
@Zelosse Good question. As for me. Tailpin's in position with Delcastle and Smart's in a position to interact with Scarlet and Dom. I don't know what everybody else is planning.
Yay! Finally managed to get away from the chaos long enough to post! Ugh.
@Stern Algorithm

Vern was sitting in the dark. No matter how many times the bulbs were changed, the lighting in Ink Spark Bookstore was always spotty. Some spots were brightly lit and others were pitch black. In fact, the wiring was extraordinarily odd in this part of the building, forcing the lights and certain other fixtures to be placed in certain locations. The register, for example, had to be in the same place on the counter unless he wanted to tear up the foundation to re-lay the main cables and the lights were wired with too much power for standard bulbs. Instead, he had to use a higher intensity spotlight bulb. And so he sat in a small corner on the small balcony, the only second level that the store had room for, with no light while a stack of papers sat on a small table in front of him under the intense and excessively warm brilliance of a spotlight. The only sound was the scratching of his pen on the paper as he filled out and signed one form after another.

He finally owned his own business. It's true, he only owned one. But, time would change that. This little outfit would be the starting cash flow that would fund his acquisitions. So, with that modest plan in mind, he devoted a great deal of time and effort to making it stable, legal and profitable again.

Then the door opened. The store was still closed. Vern looked up from his work. Hidden in the shadows as he was it would be nearly impossible to see him. Besides, even he wasn't usually here quite so early. The fleeting thought of burglary flitted through his mind, as often happens in shady neighborhoods when locked doors are opened. But, it fled as quickly as it had come when one of the clerks he had hired a couple months ago entered and locked the door behind her to begin getting ready for her shift. Vern went back to his work.

Every now and again he would look up and observe how his employee was doing. She was very effective at proving to the persistent that this business had no remaining connection to illegal deals. In fact, the prior owner had sold it to fund his escape from that business. The last news of him that Vern had heard involved a train ticket east and plans to start over. Vern wished the man luck and returned to his work.

It did indeed get warm in this store. Unfortunately, correcting the AC issue was also affected by the power problem. Vern was actually getting quotes for a remodel of the front end. If he could get a bid in the right range then those front windows would be replaced by versions that could be opened, some of the wiring could be adjusted and some form of supplemental AC could be installed. But, for now, Vern suffered with his employees.

His preference for dark colors did not help at times like this. His buttoned up black shirt was open all the way down and untucked. The red of his thin t-shirt revealed a darker ring where sweat had made a mark at his neckline. His black slacks and professional black shoes were things he couldn't do much about with an employee, especially a female one, in the store. Then again, he never considered his boxers to be something worth showing off.

The 'Naughty Nori's News' radio segment happened to come up just as he was signing the last of his paperwork for the day. Surprisingly, this particular corner of the balcony had not been disturbed at all. In fact, Vern was certain that his employee had not yet realized that he was here at all. With that in mind, he stood up and used the small table to straighten the stack of papers. The sound of rustling cloth and paper carried surprisingly well in such a quiet store. With the stack straightened, he lifted his briefcase onto the table and placed the forms inside. With a click and a clack the latches snapped shut and he was done with his owner's work for the day. Now, for a walkthrough of the back and then off for lunch.

But first, he had to descend the narrow wood stairs and have a brief exchange with his current employee. He wore a professional but friendly smile as he reached the ground floor and approached the young lady manning the register for today's opening shift.

It was Shizuka. He had only had to hire eight people to fill necessary positions so he still remembered them all. She was a little shorter than him and a lot lighter but she carried herself with a subtle competence and respectful manner that had impressed him quickly. Her performance had been consistent and reliable, a very productive employee only surpassed by one particular hire in the shipping area who had just a little too much zeal for his job. She also preferred modest attire and seemed to avoid rough and rowdy company. She was also quite intelligent and pretty as well.

While he had a certain professional distance that he preferred to maintain, especially while being so busy with work, Vern had admitted to himself that his opinion of her was extraordinarily high for having only recently become acquainted. Still, perhaps it wasn't just professional distance that kept him from being more open and trying to be a little more than coworkers. It was hard to talk about, but he could feel that she didn't value herself very accurately. She somehow reminded him of a brand new model of family van with all the latest safety features and a used pickup price tag.

But, he couldn't blame it all on what he felt from her. He still had no idea how his neighbor was doing, the first real friend he had made after moving here. They had regular contact for quite awhile, especially after... that night. But then she just vanished. In fact, his other neighbor had disappeared as well. She hadn't been noisy but her absence had made that four story building feel remarkably empty. So, he was mildly concerned about his next door neighbor and solidly worried about his cross-alley neighbor. Sometimes he wished that he didn't care quite so much.

"Good morning, Shizuka." He said. His tone was a little upbeat but too regular to be natural. He was being professional through his worries with a little effort, and that effort showed today. "You've been handling things well. Just, remember to check the balcony during your morning walkthrough, and keep up the good work. I only realized today how easy it is to hide up there. I'm working on a solution, but for now just be a little extra careful."
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He doesn't even serve budweiser, just keeps it loaded in a tap to spray down rowdy customers


Excellent! A proper use of that particular brand of industrial urine. May it offend any misbehaving beer enthusiasts who dare to disturb you.
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No promises

The influx of income will be mitigated by the amount of wages he'll be paying, though in at least one case he'll be paying in booze


Real booze or Piss-Brand Wuss-Water-Beer (AKA Budweiser)?
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