Nothing Personal's character, Kirelan.


The first thing Kirelan noticed was a fleeting feeling of absolute desolation. The feeling rushed upon her with a fizzle of static. She was lying on something hard and cold, but there was a certain unrealness about it that tugged at the edge of the adolescent's consciousness.

Something she was supposed to remember… Then there was another rush of static, and the silence she had been encased in broke. Her ears popped, and the alien sounds of a bustling town invaded her thoughts.

"Weird. I didn't think anyone was lazy enough to actually fall asleep in the game."

"You say that like you see an unconscious girl every day!" someone retorted. Kirelan shifted her position on the cobbled ground, not yet fully operational.

"Maybe she's faking it?" Suggested yet another voice and the not-yet-conscious Kirelan mumbled to herself as she fought through the haze that engulfed her.

"Shh! Look! She's waking up!" The girl in question pulled herself up into a sitting position and rubbed non-existent sleep from her cerulean eyes.

"Wha-" she heard herself croak, her voice sounding as alien as the rustling of the town and the other voices. She looked around her surrounding and switched her question. "Where am I?" the girl asked, turning her very blue eyes on the strangers that were standing around her, lifting an eyebrow at their rather strange attires.

"You're at the Delta Server." The smallest of the three said—his many-sizes-too-large armor rattling as he did so. "Where's your armor?" he quipped, earning himself an elbow from the lankier youth beside him. Kirelan glanced down at herself. With her tank top and pants, she could see their confusion. She sprang to her feet.

"Uh-that's because I left it to get repaired. Guess I fell asleep." Kirelan showed them her most sincere smile as she crossed her fingers behind her back.


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