Prompt:

What-if: the Sun-Knight universe was actually a part of the Second-Life game? Wonder what would happen if everyone was forced to meet up in real life?


Warnings/Tags:

Fem!Grisia, AU!Second-Life, AU!Real world 2100, Sun-Knight universe is game.


Summary:

Online in Second-Life, Grisia Sun is known as the 38th generation Sun Knight, and as the whole continent knows, he has always been the embodiment of perfection with his natural elegance and ever-forgiving mercy. A truely selfless warrior, or so they say. It's too bad that they don't know how 'kind' and 'compassionate' their beloved Sun Knight really is offline.

Mr Creus Grey: precise, strict and to-the-point, you really don't want to mess with this silver-touged Professor or you might just end up as snake food... if you're lucky.

Isn't it funny that despite these two contradicting personailties, Grisia and Creus are one and the same.

Oh, what's that? It's Miss Professor Grey to you?

Well, isn't the whole continent going to be in for a suprise then?


I checked my wristwatch once more and grumbled. Beside me Georgo snorted, sliding a pint of beer towards me. George already seemed slightly buzzed from the achool and had been flirting with many of the passing girls since arriving.

"Forget about him, Blaze. Didn't he say that he probably wouldn't be coming?" He paused to take a gulp of his beer-pint. "In fact, if you ask me, without him, we can all have a proper guys night out. The jerk would just be hording all the girls to himself if he were here."

"Shut up, I didn't ask for your opinion!"

I glared at him, incredulous and indignant on our leader's behalf. The nere of this guy! And he calls himself Grisia's best friend?!

George just rolled his eyes and turned to grin lecherously at one of the skimily dressed brunettes on the dancefloor.

I ignored him.

My gaze swept across the establishment in hopes of spotting Grisia somewhere amongst the mass of drunkenly dancing teens.

The club was quite dark considering it was still six, but then again, I couldn't see many windows around. It was only the erratic flashing colours and neon light that really lit up the room, but still I couldn't get a clear picture of my surroundings. If not for the dim shine behind the small side-bar we were all sitting at, I would have probably given up trying to see past my own hand. Damnit, why'd they chose this place to meet up at?

Continuing my search, I saw that there were private booths lining the walls of the club. They were elevated slightly, only a few steps above the dancefloor.