When Silabus awoke, the first thing he noticed was a blade of glass halfway up his nose. Groaning, he rolled onto his side slowly, and then let gravity take its course and flopped onto his back. The sun beat down on him mercilessly, causing him to squint and groan again as he rose a gloved hand up to shield his eyes. He lay there for a long moment, breathing slowly, before he realized that he was outside. Hadn't he just been inside? Hadn't it been raining? Moving his hand, he squinted back up at the sky. Yup, still sunny.
The smooth leather felt cool on his face, and with a start he realized that he had gloves on. Staring at his hand confusedly, Silabus sat up, brow furrowed. Gloves? He hadn't been wearing gloves. And - as his bangs fell in his eyes - he was pretty sure his hair wasn't this light of a brown. Sitting up, he let out a gasp. Green pants tucked into a pair of knee-high black boots. A green vest, held in place by three belts, covered his torso, while a pair of white, clingy arm-warmers covered up to his elbows. The black gloves went to mid-forearm.
This outfit seemed familiar. Scarily so. Because, despite playing in first-person view most of the time, Silabus could still recognize his own PC's outfit. So now, Silabus thought as he slowly stood up, his sword banging against the side of his leg lightly, the question was: how did he get here? Why was he dressed up as his PC? What... what had happened?
If, for whatever reason, he had been kidnapped... why here? Why had he been abandoned in a field? Why was he dressed up like his online persona, Silabus? What if... what if he had a stalker, or something? Had he pissed off someone enough to make them want to do this? Oh, he should have just given that Kestrel PKer his weapon! Now look at the mess he was in!
A quick pattering of footsteps
came from behind, and Silabus turned just in time to see a yellow
goblin tackle him, it's small dagger raised.
Yelling out in
surprise, Silabus stumbled backwards as the monster slashed at him,
barely missing Silabus. Heart pounding, Silabus unsheathed his sword.
Holding it clumsily compared to how his PC, Silabus managed an equally
clumsy attack, hitting the goblin in the arm. The goblin turned grey
and stiffened, eventually breaking apart and shattering. Shakingly
Silabus stood, unsure if he should put his sword back or not.
"Hey, good job!" a voice called out cheerfully. Turning, Silabus spotted a guy about his age with blond hair and cat eats. "You looked uneasy for a bit. Are you new to the game?"
Shifting nervously, Silabus sheathed his weapon and slowly shook his head.
"No, not really," he said, frowning a bit. "I just..."
He just what? Couldn't figure out how to take out his weapon like this? But then... how was he supposed to describe what "this" was? That he was really in the game? Yeah, right. Like that would fly. Most likely, this PC (whose name wasn't showing up in the... wait, where was Silabus' chat log? Why wasn't it up..?) would think he was joking.
The
beast PC smiled. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not discriminatory towards
newbies. They bring in pretty good busi... oh! Are you worried I'm a
PKer? Don't worry! I'm just a merchant. Here!" The PC walked up until
he was right in front of Silabus, and Silabus was disgruntled to find
that this player was at least a head taller than him, if not more. The
other player grabbed Silabus' hand and placed a card in it. Startled,
for Silabus had actually FELT the hand, could actually FEEL the card,
he stared down at it. Pilocchio has sent you a friend request. Accept or deny?
"Umm.. I.." he began, blushing. He would accept the friend request if he knew HOW. When he was playing, he didn't get a CARD. He got a WINDOW that came up and he could select what one he wanted. But... there was no window, there wasn't anything he could select it with.
Pilocchio just stood there, smiling a patient smile. Silabus continued holding the card, and as his thumb brushed over "accept" the card suddenly disappeared.
"Great!" Pilocchio chirped. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to send me a PM! Or you can find me in Mac Anu, okay? My friend Ita and I run a shop there."
"Ita?" Silabus echoed. Didn't Gaspard know someone named Ita..?
"Yup! Do you know her?" Pilocchio asked, tilting his head curiously. He frowned suddenly, and then grinned again. "Maa, sorry, Silabus! I gotta go! I'll see you later, okay?"
"Umm, sure.." Silabus said, watching the blond PC warp out of the field. Well. That definitely ruled out Silabus being kidnapped and dumped in a random field. So... was this a new feature or something? If it was, maybe he could log out and switch it back to normal. He did not like this style at all.
But... how could he bring up the menu, when he apparently wasn't holding a controller or wasn't sitting in front of a terminal? Swallowing thickly, he stood there, dumb-founded. How... what...
"What's going on?" he muttered to himself. "Why can't I bring up the menu? How am I supposed to log out or do anything..?"
A chime sounded, alerting Silabus that he had mail. But he didn't see the mail icon, nor could he log out to read it. This wasn't good.
This wasn't good at all.
Notes: Sorry for the delay, everyone! I'm still alive. :3
Sorry for any mistakes that I made. It's hard to concentrate when you're playing Mafia. xD;;
And surprise appearance by Pilocchio. :3 He's too cute not to put in there.