Welcome to Ikebukuro Online, by Lynn Jones and Drew the Seagull, co-writing as All My Characters Are Dead.
Lynn here, hoping you all enjoy this little preview. See if you can identify the characters, and if you can, one of us will write you a lovely oneshot about a prompt of your choice!
Disclaimer: I own the OCs. Drew owns nothing so far. Neither of us own Durarara or Sword Art Online.
The hacker smirked to herself as she entered the final adjustments to her version of the game. This would be amazing; a whole new meaning to 'life hack,' with this game being virtual reality. The hacker settled her NerveGear on her head and lay down on her bed.
"Link start," she murmured.
The bodyguard eyed the equipment nervously. Would this junk even work on him? His friend had suggested virtual reality gaming as a way to practice interacting with people without his anger management problems causing issues in his real life. He had said this was completely, one hundred percent safe… but the bodyguard still wasn't sure. He squinted at the directions, making sure he knew what he was supposed to do and (hopefully) wouldn't break the NerveGear trying to get it to work. It would suck if he broke it. Especially since it wasn't actually his. His friend had gotten it for him.
He eyed the case the game had come in.
Swords? What is it with video games and swords?
Then he sighed and set about getting the NerveGear online and on his head.
The informant smirked to himself. This game would be so much fun.~ He would be able to play with his humans in new ways, put them in new situations, and observe them without them recognizing him.
What fun!~ he thought. The only downside to this will be no Shizu-chan or Dota-chin or any of my other usual playmates to tease. He settled the NerveGear on his head with a smirk. But I'll find new playmates.
"Link start,~" he said out loud.
The blond-haired boy looked at the game in his hand.
"Sword Art Online, huh? Well, there aught to be plenty of hot chicks for me to pick up there!"
He lifted the bulky NerveGear and set it on his head.
"Link start!" he yelled as the full dive commenced.
The second high school student, also the second informant, settled down onto his bed. Lying back, he settled the gear on his head.
He laughed to himself. Even he had been sur'rised when he had bought the virtual reality game. Perhaps he would learn somethkng from the game, perhaps widen his influence in his job as an information broker.
The second smiled at the thought and murmured, "Link start."