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Operation: Login

ROOT TOWN: BREG EPONA

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a part of Operation: Login, by cielo-drago.

BREG EPONA: Is the city of higher technology, and modern day living. In the center of the city lies the place where most players have opened shop, and where most of the @Homes are. Most Players can choose to live in houses or apartments, if they are able

cielo-drago holds sovereignty over ROOT TOWN: BREG EPONA, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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BREG EPONA: Is the city of higher technology, and modern day living. In the center of the city lies the place where most players have opened shop, and where most of the @Homes are. Most Players can choose to live in houses or apartments, if they are able to afford it. BREG EPONA is only reachable through the steam train from MAC ANU.
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ROOT TOWN: BREG EPONA

BREG EPONA: Is the city of higher technology, and modern day living. In the center of the city lies the place where most players have opened shop, and where most of the @Homes are. Most Players can choose to live in houses or apartments, if they are able

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ROOT TOWN: BREG EPONA is a part of Operation: Login.

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Arcas [4] Choose to be optimistic, pessimism never won any battle.
Venus [4] "Don't worry. Your death will be quite the masterpiece."
Emma [4] "Yes, hello? I think it's time to leave."
Korpal [4] Redemption is a hard path to follow.
Raijin [4] "Nobody needs to kill to escape, we just need to keep our heads on our shoulders."
Merc [2] "Hey don't get too attached alright? I'm not here forever."
Crimson [2] "Shhh... Don't cry... it's alright! I'll take care of this..."
Valkyrie [1] "Trick or treat? Why not both?"

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ImageA year, almost a year passed since they got stuck in the game. The original panic and chaos settled down but Akio can't help but think how much longer he's going to have to stay here.
It's not that his life here is bad, being one half of the best PVP has plenty of benefits. Such as being able to afford a house in Breg Epona and opening a weapon shop. But no amount of recognition and gold can ever be as valuable as seeing his friends and family again. His memory of his family is slowly fading away, when he closes his eyes their faces aren't as expressive, he can't remember the smell of his mothers cooking... This game has already taken them away from Akio, he can't let himself forget them.

"Breakfast is ready!" Akio yelled from the kitchen. Satomi was still asleep so he hoped to surprise her by demonstrating how much he has improved his cooking skill. "It might be a bit burned... or a lot burned... but it tastes ok and I made tea, the one that you like best." He made his way to Satomi's room. Upon reaching the girl's room he sighed, Satomi was sill in bed, covered by a hill of blankets. But what made him sigh is the mess the room was in. "Aish, Satomi you should really pick up after yourself, just because you had servants in the real world doesn't mean things magically sort themselves here." Not bothering to check weather Satomi woke up he continued his monologue. "The shop's closed today but a customer said he's going to come pick up his sword so keep an eye out. I've heard some red-headed guy from Silver Lyre has been acting suspiciously and asking around about us, I'm going to check that out. Ok? Ok." With a small smile he pressed a chaste kiss on the (still sleeping) girl's forehead."I like having these 'productive' talks with you."
Akio returned to the kitchen and quickly finished his breakfast. He wrote a reminder about the customer on for Satomi, put on his red coat and headed outside. He walked through the streets of Breg Epona. The city was truly amazing, Akio remembered the times when he was living in a sketchy inn in Dol Donna, it was the complete opposite from the bright atmosphere that this part of EDEN has. Now it was time to pull a few strings and get himself to the Silver Lyre guild home. He sent a few private messages and waited. In just a few moment he received information that the leader of Silver Lyre boarded the train for Breg Epona. Akio headed in the direction of the train station, he'll wait for the other and follow him to the guild home. This investigation is going to be a piece of cake.

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Satomi laid calmly in bed. Sleep seemed to be the only way she could find peace within herself. Things had been quite hectic lately especially with the people here going crazy with the new tournament approaching. She payed it no mind. They did not concern her nor did their lives. They were unimportant. On the other hand, the world cannot be filled with all respectable players. Some are born to be losers or examples. That's how this game works. Either work your hardest to get where your going and be trampled by someone who will. It was harsh but so was actually reality. It was no different for anyone no matter where you were from or where your going. How dreadful.

Her dreams seemed quite blank as usual. Dreamless nights were common for her but she didn't care. Earlier in the year her dreams were surprisingly about her family. Quite the shocker. Her mothers face with its beautiful smile and what she could remember of her fathers. Now she can barely remember the color of her mothers favorite dress. Sometimes she felt that it was better that way. Of course, that was only her doubts speaking. Or perhaps, for once in her life, she actually missed the family she barely saw. It was interesting how the brain works after being away for so long.

She began to hear muffled words and a slight warmth on her forehead. Soon she began to open her eyes seeing no one was there. "Akio.....?" She mumbled slightly still slightly asleep. She sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes slightly. She looked around slightly before getting out of bed. She suddenly had the urge to straighten up. Usually she would not touch it or just beg Akio very nicely to do it but today she felt like accomplishing something. She began to pick up the many books and trinkets scattered from floors to table. It didn't take her long to finish; as expected. She looked around her room again before heading to the window. The people of BREG EPONA seemed to be starting their day. She soon began to head to the front before seeing a message and smelling what seemed to be cooking.

She couldn't help but laugh slightly. "Oh... He cooked this morning." She wasn't much of a cook and neither was he but she enjoyed when he tried too. It meant that he really cared. She sat down and began to eat and drink her tea while reading his note. She sighed slightly. She hated consulting with people. This was mainly why sometimes she wish she didn't have a shop to sell her sewn armors. Sure, the income was great and customers enjoyed her work but she can't handle the idiot manner of some of them. She wouldn't be working today since she closed her shop whenever Akio did. In the mean time of waiting, perhaps she could make something new.

She began to sew away before remembering Akio was away all on his own. He could take care of himself but she just didn't like having no conversation with him when he was away. It was too dangerous. She began to open her messenger and send him some mail. "Good morning. I enjoyed the breakfast you made for me. Your tea is always the best. Anyway, have you made it to the train station safely? Also, this customer or yours. What time may i be expecting him?" She grumbled slightly. She was beginning to sound like a worried parent now. She shook her head and continued her message. "Im sorry. I didn't mean to sound so..... eh.... You know." She soon sent the message and went back to her tea and sewing waiting for this customer.


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The air was cold around Breg Epona as Merc marched his way into the central plaza, it hadn't taken him too long to arrive at the town coming from Lumina cloth and somehow he had even managed to beat the first train from Mac Anu... then again he did suppose that Gladius had woken him up annoyingly early. It was a fairly central area, so most everyone could see exactly what was going on... though Merc didn't care if he had an audience or not. Standing on the edge of a fountain, arms in the air, was his mark. Chrono was exclaiming some crap about how brilliant his guild was and how he had the perfect plan for winning the tournament and getting out. He was blabbering on and on about how any whom would join him would be granted a free exit from the World they now sat in. Chrono was of a higher level than most all of the players who were simply hanging out around or hiding in the town. If anything it seemed to Merc that the guy was trying to round up weaker players to use as meat shields... it was a common tactic for weaker guilds... use smaller members coerced with promises of freedom as damage sponges so that you and you guild mates can gain experience without danger. Disgusting.

Merc finally pushed past the last of the crowd and stood proud in the area that had cleared itself around the fountain. WIth his massive sword propped on his shoulder and his gun blade held loosely in it's gun form by the tall mans side... Chrono couldn't help but give the man a skeptical look. "Good day sir! Perhaps you too are interested in joining the reapers of-" *BTOOOM* The scrawny player known as Chrono was quickly shut up and his guild members who stood around him had an uneasy look forming on their faces as Merc raised his gun and shot a single bullet into the sky. "Shut it kid, I'm not here to join your crappy guild... to be perfectly honest, guilds like yours who use innocents as bait make me sick!" As Merc spoke these words, an uneasy murmuring resounded through the crowd.

"Bait?" "What is that man talking about?" "Didn't the Reapers say they would help us escape?"

The nerves on Chrono's face turned to sudden shock and anger. "W... what?! Who do you think you are? Accusing me of such things? The Reapers of Eden only want to- Gah!" *BTOOM CRACK* Another shot, fired slightly to the left of Chronos head and lodging itself firmly into the fountains marble design. "Oh? A protector is still what you claim to be? Well then... why don't you prove it you over-zealous ass? Fight me. Duel. Life or death. Right here for all of your friends to see." Merc smiled slyly to himself. "I mean... surely if your strong enough to lead all of these people to freedom... then one little player such as myself should be no problem to kill am I right?" Chrono's face turned to a grimace as the crowd began to whisper once again.

"This guy's making alot of sense..." "Yeah if this Chrono clown can't even beat one guy in a one on one fight then..." "Yeah, how are we meant to follow someone like that?"

Suddenly, Chrono's grimace once again shifted into an expression of pure rage. "I'll show you fool... if you wish to stand against Chrono, head of the reapers, then your challenge is accepted!" Merc sent the duel request quicker than one might expect and his username popped up before Chrono's eyes. "Now let us fight! Merc!" Accepting the request, Chrono pulled out a basic sight and rushed forward. With a skull mask, dark cloak and ninja boots... this guy was really taking the whole reaper theme to the extreme.

"HAAAAAA!" He scream a battle cry as he launched into the air, attempting some sort of flying downward strike. "Nope." Merc raised his firearm skywards and fired, the bullet collided directly with the leaping Chrono's chest and launched him backwards, leaving the poor fool to bounce hard on the ground. "25% of your health depleted." Chrono, raising himself in a rage rushed forward and did a massive sweeping at a range far too close to be effective. Merc simply planted his broadsword in the ground to face the direction of the swing and the opposing scythe bounced off harmlessly. Merc then, without hesitation, moved forward and smashed his skull hard into Chrono's delivering a devastating headbutt that knocked the guild leader onto the ground in an instant, complete with a satisfying cracking sound that made the crowd audibly and visually cringe. "That's 10% more kid, are you sure you're even trying?" Merc said calmly as he stepped towards his downed opponent, whom at the time was desperately trying to crawl away and right himself at the same time. Merc simply smirked and turned his sword so that the flat edge was facing his opponent. "Alright kiddo, time to fly!" With a single swift motion, Merc wedged his sword, flat edge up, underneath his fleeing opponent and quickly pulled the sword up over his head, launching Chrono several meters into the air before allowing the young player to break onto the ground. Leaving another satisfying crack. "Oh... nice 64%, welp, looks like you're down to your last little percentage. Talk about perfect damage calculation, am I right?"[/color]

"W... wait! Please!..." The weak and damaged Chrono desperately tried to crawl away as his guild members and the crowd stood there helpless, unable to interfere in the duel of two other players. "L... Look... you're a professional right? You have to be with those skills! Tell me who's paying you and how much it is... I... I'll double it! Triple it even!" Merc smiled as he holstered his broadsword in a huge scabbard mounted on his back and slowly walked towards the fallen Chrono. "Sorry weak stuff. I don't make a habit of betraying my trusted clients... but let's just say you pissed off the wrong people." Saying this, Merc picked up the weakened Chronos by gripping his hair tightly and pulling him up for the crowd and his fellow "Reapers of Eden" to see. The entire crowd was left in awe and fear as they looked upon this once confident leader who had so quickly been reduced to a broken and beaten mess. "Alright listen up! The Reapers of Eden are finished now! This guy was a weak and pathetic fool... and all who followed him are destined to share his fate here today! I am ENDING this guild... understand that?! If I even THINK that anyone else is trying to take up his mantle?!.... Then I WILL find you... and I WILL kill you! Now... as proof of the sentiment..."

With a single fluid motion, Merc moved the tip of his gunblade to Chrono's now tear ridden and grovelling face and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The crowd was left to watch in horror as Chrono's head exploded into a wave of quickly fading particles... the limp body of the dead leader fell to the ground and slowly disappeared in similar fashion to the now vanished head. As the duel was officially over, the former guild members of the Reapers of Eden turned and ran from Merc, tail between their legs... they were terrified of him, afraid that they were next and with his words in tow Merc was certain that they were aware of the consequences of following in Chrono's footsteps.

The crowd simply stared in awe then, as Merc, without a word, turned and began to leave... most likely heading back for transport to Lumina Cloth. In the distant the mercenary could hear the first train from Mac Anu pulling into the station. As Damian pushed through the crowds he felt them all in a panic moving to grant him passage... and he could hear talk of the events that had just occurred spreading already... seems he was to be the talk of Breg Epona that day... but no matter. He hadn't mentioned the Knights of Hyperion once... so he was certain Gladius would approve just fine.

Finally pushing through the crowds and walking away with a barrage of shock filled looks piercing into his back. Damian sighed and holstered his gunblade before holding his hands up behind his head.

"Another job done. Now all I have to do is head to the arena for that oh so wonderful reward."

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|| Korpal ||


"... Deflect!"






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“These trips always feel like I’ve tipped money down a drain,” Seo sighed stepping off the pier and into Breg Epona. If Seo had a coin pouch he’d be cleaning out moths, as it stood his inventory displayed numerous zeros before significant digits appeared, and there weren’t many of those.
Seo’s console flashed.

"MAC ANU, probably the main square since that's where Akuma is~ We'll leave once you, and one of my other friends get here!"

It was from Ceilo, Seo had figured as much and was enroute, though who ever the game masters were deserved a slug or two for the long winded and winding ways between the four towns.
“TWO STOPS, Two stops away!” Seo hung his head, “and I have a feeling Ceilo did it on purpose…” Seo’s lip cornered upwards, “Shouldn’t expect less really...”

Passing through Breg Epona and nearing the central plaza a careless shoulder slammed against Seo; a guild barged past. “Hey! Ah forget it…” Seo slung his hand down and regained balance.The group was already a distance away, it was as if they didn't see Korpal at all. Seo shrugged it off, turning back to the plaza, it was busy, but not as he usually recalled it to be. Something, someone caught his eye, a man making his way out of a dispersing crowd. Seo had seen the man before; he’d seen the weapon the guy was holstering and Seo dropped slightly, his breathing shallow and fast. Blades anchored within his chest as snapshots of a battle long-over unveiled.
Seo gave his chest a thump, then another, peering up his body alerted, realising the man “Merc,” was gone.

Pushing forward Seo rushed towards the station, “You can’t get away.” he breathed, before his console flashed up.

“Oh, and good luck Korpal! Have fun.”

Emma’s replies always did arrive at the worst possible time and the distraction completely confounded him. Seo dashed around, his head as if on an axle. The trail was cold and masked.
“Darn!” Seo kicked at the ground, walking off towards the station.
“Last call for to MAC ANU, last call!” The attendant announced and Seo clenched his fist still sore about loosing Merc before slipping through the closing doors.

The train was packed; Seo leaned against the train doors, scratching his head. Ghost wounds echoed throughout Seo as he sunk deep into thought and battle shockwaves reverberated inside of him, “Am I… scared?” Seo’s face furrowed, noticing a tremor. The remainder of the trip would have continued on in the same sombre reflective tone, however a message flared up, raising Seo’s head.

"You mean Four Musketeers. Besides, I don't drink" Akuma.

A short chuckle burst from Seo and his mindset had returned to default, forgetting Merc. Seo tapped at the console.

“Just grab a tea; I won’t touch it this time! Maybe get a drink-to-go, I am travelling through multiple towns here! 4 of 7 dwarves then, Grumpy. Korpal”

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Sent. “A new face?” Seo pondered, come to think, he hadn’t met a friend of their Akuma or Ceilo before. He pushed his head back against the glass, staring the ceiling, wondering what today's turn of events were in store for him, awaiting arrival.




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ImageFor the fifth time Akio checked the time. He knew he shouldn't have hurried to the station, but he still did and now he's going to have to wait another 40 minutes just for the train to arrive. There was nothing left to do but try to entertain himself with mini games. Just as he was about to make a new personal high score the familiar -beep "You have 2 new messages" beep- distracted him.
The first message was from Satomi. Oh, she's finally up. No matter how ordinary the messages he got from Satomi might have been, they always brought a small smile to Akio's face.
Satomi-chan ♥
Good morning. I enjoyed the breakfast you made for me. Your tea is always the best. Anyway, have you made it to the train station safely? Also, this customer or yours. What time may I be expecting him? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so..... eh.... You know.

The last sentence made Akio's smile even wider. He found it very cute that Satomi still had trouble admitting she was caring. Quickly he formed his reply.
Good morning to you too. I'm glad you liked the breakfast. Hierophant should be there soon, definitely before noon. I know I don't have to tell you but please be nice, he's an important informant so... please? Yes, 'mom', I'm at the station. I'll see you later for training.
The other message he received also brought good news. It was from a 'friend'. Nowadays there seems to be a lot of people that like to call themselves his 'friends', as if being close to a top player will make them successful too. Truth to be told Akio didn't mind them because sometimes they were quite useful.
Unknown player
Korpal won't be at the meeting. You're safe, none of the others have high detection.

Well wasn't that just grand, He won't have to worry as much. Silver Lyre is a strong guild but Akio doubted that he'd have much trouble following Raijin and Emma. What bothered him is that Silver Lyre is known as a peaceful guild, so why are there so many rumours about them investigating Satomi and him?
Time want by fast enough after that. Akio looked at the time and went a litter closer to the arrival platform. A moment later a computerized female voice made the announcement. -The train from MAC ANU is arriving in 1 minute.-
Once the passengers started to disembark he had no trouble spotting the white and pink haired targets getting out of the train. Putting on his hood (So he wouldn't get recognized.) he started walking a few steps behind the pair form Silver Lyre.

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”Least motivated member… hmm… Is there a medal for that?”

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The train rattled as if programmed like a metronome, as the passengers had shuffled on and off Seo had procured a seat. He banged his head dully against the window. ”For crying out loud! These “genius’s” could have done without every annoying detail, is a smooth ride too much to ask?” The clock his console discomforted Seo, it hadn’t been long enough. The other side of the window was of even less import than the chumps Seo saw sitting around him; it was barren or grassland outside, a frequent mix of both with the occasional tournament rally flag. Seo scoffed at the GM’s tactless advertisement, but his eyes darted inside. Someone. Near., it was the unusual breathing pattern that gave the spy away, and Seo stood up turning in time to see witness a brown cloak vanish behind the compartments door, Seo jumped onto his seat and propelled himself forward, racing towards the door.
Jammed, the door clicked but wouldn’t budge. ”Mr anonymous must love privacy… only his own obviously.”[b]
A tap came on Seo’s shoulder and he spun about, only to receive a gauntleted fist, [b]”Mussed be mii lughki day, wot yuh fink boys?”
A deep voice exclaimed as Seo slammed against the barred carriage door. Regain composure and readjusting his jaw Seo identified 3 men in staunch tourney embalmed regalia; the supposed leader had a note clench at his side.
”Ugh… INTRODUCTIONS, where’s the etiquette? If you going to hit a guy, have the decency to explain to him first WHY he deserves it!”, Seo sighed, as the leader rubbed his head, looking to his rabble to confer.
”Hammertime, Rockchest and Rockhammer,” The one in front said point to himself then his companions, ”And we’re… becuz…” The large fellow paused with a perplexed look, as if straining to explain even to himself, before resigning and opening out his scrunched note. Here. Hammertime passed over the note to Seo.

It was difficult to read, the writing wasn’t neat. The biggest words written were Money, Capture and Reward with plenty of dollar signs strewn across it. There was a curious attachment on the back, it was old but Seo recognised it, it was a picture of him, Korpal, that was in circulation sometime several months ago, at a freshly ruined house. Seo grew wide eyed when he turned the photo over, there was one word on it, not written in the same hand as before: WEAK. Seo screwed up the photo and allowed the note to drop to the floor.
”See. We cashing in.” Hammertime laughed before launching another fist.

It was fast. A practised reflex. The fist got close to Seo but was intercepted, twisted and manipulated to force Hammertime sideways with such ferocity, that there was an ungodly explosion as his head impacted the glass and the glass embedded itself into him. He slunk to the floor, begining to fade to autosave. The two remaining steeled themselves for an attack, but hesitated after seeing their leader’s demise. Both men began yelling to boast to psyche themselves up for an attack.
”Lame… think the scenic route is preferable over this,” Seo hit autosave and leapt through the broken window, shards of glass escaping with him.

Ducking down, Seo rolled out into a dusty barren, circling down several times before finally flattening out, the train was long gone and Seo stretched out panting. ”So I’m not much an attacker, I can at least take a hit!”, Seo grumbled, before rubbing his sore bruising cheek. ”Ah! Tender!,he winced.

Seo sat up, ”Lets see… it takes another twelve to fifteen until the train will arrive at Mac Anu… I’ll load up then. He sighed again, resting back down and forcing up a dust cloud. Seo coughed in irritation.

Opening his console he typed.

"There still may be a hit out for me... you both still enjoy complications, right? Korpal."

Sent. "Both Akuma and Cielo will get that."

Seo slid his sword out, unmoved, and playfully struck out his arm cutting down a flag, that had been fluttering beside him. He smiled, stretching out, and peering at the newly splintered pole stump. "Not long now..."



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ImageThe first reply Raijin received was from Korpal. Rather disappointingly, he was already occupied with something else. Normally Raijin would have sternly told Korpal that guild matters came first, but it wasn't urgent; he could just fill Korpal in later. He was just about to wish Korpal luck before the rest of the guild sent their replies:
"Got it!"
"I'm on my way now, guild master Raijin. I should arrive in Mac Anu in a few moments... the train to Breg Epona may take a little longer of course, but I'll try to be at the guild before morning is out!"
"Gotcha. On my way!"
Fortunately, they would all be coming to meeting. As always, Crimson's reply was rather formal and informative, whereas the replies of Valkyrie and Emma were fairly succinct. He often felt like telling Crimson to calm down slightly and just to call him Alistair, but he'd long since realised that such attempts were futile. Instead, he just responded to them all with:
"Well it's nice to know that most of the guild can make it. I'm on the train to Breg Epona right now, So it should be a couple of hours or so before I reach the guild @home. I would appreciate it if you can all be as swift as you can, but it won't be too much of a problem if you miss a train; I almost missed mine. I look forward to seeing you soon. Korpal, let me know when you're available and I'll fill you in; I hope you job goes well."

Raijin smiled as he closed the guild chat window; even if everyone in his guild was rather odd, he was fond of them all the same. Their company was just about all that kept him sane in this crazy world; he'd even had second thoughts about looking for the game masters so that he could spend more time with his guild members.

"Hi."
Raijin turned his head to see Emma plop down into the seat next to him; fortunately, it looked like he would have some company on the trip. Hour long journeys weren't so bad in the real world where Alistair good just listen to music, read a book or play on his phone, things weren't so simple in Eden.
"Good morning." Raijin greeted her, "You look rather out of breath; I take it I wasn't the only one who only just got to the train in time."

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As Satomi waited for Akio's reply, she began to work on her newest project. Each stitch she began to put into her new creations were precious and required great care. She began to hum while doing so to pass the time. She had no intention of treating this 'customer' of his friendly. She barely treated anyone friendly; besides Akio. He was an exception. He was always a exception. In fact, her lack of friendliness was the reason where she didn't have many friends in EDEN. Akio was the only contact she had and needed. It had been that way for so long and she had no intention of changing it.

She paused while hearing the message notification coming through.

Beep bop~ New message

♪ Akio ♪

Good morning to you too. I'm glad you liked the breakfast. Hierophant should be there soon, definitely before noon. I know I don't have to tell you but please be nice, he's an important informant so... please? Yes, 'mom', I'm at the station. I'll see you later for training.


Before she could even respond, she heard a knock at the door. She took a deep breath before going to the door and opening it. She paused while looking at Hierophant. Of course, she kept the same dark and frightening stare he usual had. "OH. Hello. Is uh.. Arcas here? Im here to pick up my weapon." She remained silent and stared at the person in front of her. She could tell that her presents made him very uncomfortable. Hierophant gulped. "E-Eh.... Please i just... I just want my weapon. I mean no harm." She quickly slammed the door and went to the weapon that was nicely wrapped. She picked it up and returned to the door before opening it and handing it to the person. She bowed respectfully before slamming the door. "Uh... T-Thank you...Tell Arcas i said thank you as well." Truthfully, that was the nicest she could be to a random stranger who appeared at her door. It was perfect.

She went back to the table pulled up her messenger with a slight smile.

Don't you worry one bit. I took very good care of your customer. I was on my best behavior and was the polite good girl everyone loves. ♡"

She couldn't help but smirk a bit to herself while sending him all this.

Anyway, please do be careful. I'll wait for you here in town. I may walk around a bit but im sure that later on when your return, i will be back in our home. Please do hurry back though. It seems quite boring when your not around. Hey, if you come back with some useful information, maybe (just maybe) ill give you a back rub... Just maybe.

Satomi paused and giggled a bit to herself. She couldn't help but send this funny messages to him. It was normal. She soon sent the message and continued her sewing.




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"Uhg, you have no idea!" She huffed, leaning back in her seat. "I got the message and didn't want to show up late, but man. Didn't know I sucked so much at running." Though she was fairly fit for a video game character (probably not in reality anymore, unfortunately), Emma was not up to sprinting before she had her second cup of coffee. Just the thought was nearly criminal, and actually doing it had been a nightmare.

She took in another breath, then began to fix her hair. Things in EDEN were amazingly realistic, she'd give the Gamekeepers that, but Emma wished that having her hair messed up by the wind wasn't one of the games features. Maybe if she actually bothered to wear a ponytail, though...

Emma glanced over at Raijin. If memory served her correct, she had known him from near the beginning of the game, way back when she didn't have anything figured out. They had become friends easily enough, and without him Emma was sure that she would have accidentally killed off her character long ago.

With the other guild members, Emma felt the same. She saw it all as a group of five very odd friends rather than a guild or team-mates, really, but perhaps they were the same thing. Not like she knew. Emma hadn't been on many sports teams and the only guilds she had ever heard of where the ones that ancient craftsmen had, but it sounded like a good guess. Whatever they were, Emma had grown to appreciate them. Now if they could manage to not die before an easy way out of the game was found, that'd be fantastic!

Maybe she was wishing for too much, but positivity was her A-Game and it was 90% of what she had. She would prefer for not anyone in EDEN to die, yet so many were tossing their lives out on the line in those idiotic tournaments, it was hard to control it. Not as if Emma could stop any one them, but the fact that all those people had been so stupid made her want to grab them by the arms and smack them across their faces.

Emma thought about that for awhile; an worth of thought, actually. She had closed her eyes for what felt like only five minutes, and was surprised when she felt the train coming to a halt. Emma's eyes snapped open, and with embarrassment she hoped that Raijin didn't think she had been napping. That'd be even worse than her showing up late! She had hardly talked to him the whole ride, and now it looked like she had been sleeping. Uhg.

"Well... that sure took awhile, didn't it?" Emma said as she pulled herself out of her seat. The doors to the train slid open, and with a sigh of relief she followed the crowd out, making sure Raijin was behind her as she went.