Lonewolf685Morgan Hazelnut - Flan
Flan was just about to kill the first of the four rogues that staggered out of the fog, when the Black King rushed past with her beam sword. Flan was, in a word, stunned. The elegant beauty that was the Black King slicing her way through any and all resistance as she single-handedly took out the invaders. Flan actually was too captivated and momentarily forgot that there was a battle going on. The surrounding rogues each took aim at Flan, pulling the trigger and obliterating the health bar. Rather than clicking on respawn, Morgan figured that was enough for the day. There wasn't much point in fighting in a battle you were careless enough to die in.
Morgan regained consciousness, barely hanging on to the bed, in the same collapsed position as before entering the game. A sharp pain then hit poor kid's stomach. There was no telling how long it was since lunch and the bladder felt like it was about to burst. Quickly running off to the lavatory, Morgan returned later with just enough energy to look for food, wherever that may be. Shopping was a bit of a pain, as most just saw another 13 year old wasting their time, so there usually wasn't any food around. Fortunately, the Academy was still open. Even if there wasn't any open restaurants nearby, there was food in the Arena. Locking the door, Morgan left the apartment to grab some grub.
"Attention all students of Purple Crown Academy and of the World Interface." Huh? did someone just say something? "Please, do not be alarmed by the sudden technical difficulties we are enduring right now. Our team is investigating the matter thoroughly and it appears that it was only a massive lag caused by an influx of enemy NPCs. Deep Ground Online will be functional again in the following afternoon. However, it would seem that any Players who died in DGO before the crash are still able to log on to the system.”
Oh..... It was obvious now that thanks to the chip, the student president was making a public announcement. Morgan continued walking towards the Arena as everything Flan missed was now told.
“And now, a message from the Black King." ! "She deeply apologizes for the missed opportunity for the majority of you in meeting her. However, she states that for all of those who pledge allegiance to the Ebony Strykers, the next Guild meeting shall be tomorrow within the Black Kingdom, the same as today. And….the Black King has made her first orders to her new Guild. She desires for all of her followers to hunt down any stray Outlaws still remaining in the Black District as soon as possible. That is all. Thank you for your time and patience. Oh…and welcome to the Ebony Strykers.”
Well, that wasn't the black king directly. ....or was it? A few of the rumors did lead to the president being the black king. I doubt she'd tell me if I just walked up and asked her. Surely there's someone who knows. Well, the president knows. I wonder if she actually has an avatar that she uses. It would make sense for the black king to show up randomly, if in real life she was busy doing important, maybe administrative stuff. And adults can't actually be allowed in, right? Really for either of the famous females would be nice to find their counterpart. Morgan looked around to see how close the Arena was, but found to be by the Records and Administration office. ... Well, that's a place that would know. Doesn't look like anyone's there this late... Morgan now stood by the front entrance, peering in. For the king?
Morgan headed home, hunger forgotten, as the next leg of the journey to know the Black King lied within that office. It was time to prepare. Though, first thing was to rest and get through school in the morning. After that, the whole weekend was free for any sort of snooping a goodie-two-shoes might do.