Long ago there was a vast world, a world rich with minerals and materials needed for futuristic technology… one world where humans can reach the stars… where they can live a life that they choose. This world was lost to the bounds of the imagination, until now. On November 6th 2022, the doorway to this world, this unnamed world, opens to those willing to take the challenge.
The challenge of surviving ALS. The fated world where science fiction & fantasy collide to form…
Alf-Hiem Swords.
Too bad I'm too lazy to write the story sequentially...
All of the parts of ALS will be explained in various scenes for fluidity, with either a wiki paged linked on AO3, or information listed at the end of the story on AO3 in the form of a reference chapter.
Yes, there will be a timeline chapter on Ao3, since is problematic at best.
ALS - Prologue (2022) | SAO Dailys
"Why are you staring at me?" Caylee sighed and reluctantly put down the pen for her glass smartboard. "Did you need something, Akira?"
"'Sides sleep? Nah," Akira hummed with a yawn and settled more comfortably into the couch, though she didn't take her deep brown gaze away from her girlfriend. Who was still hanging out in her pjs, namely shorts and a sports bra since Akira herself had her shirt.
Since it was comfortable and the vanilla of Caylee's soap from her shower this morning tickled her nose from it, making it just a bit easier to relax and ignore everything that her instincts were screaming at her.
"You should've gone to bed earlier than three am then, and if you don't need anything, then why are you staring at me?" her girlfriend deadpanned and picked up her pen, evidently deciding that this conversation wasn't worth all of her attention rather than just some of it so she could multi-task. "You'd think that you'd have seen me enough for one day when you live here and don't know what 'personal space means,'" she said with a pointed look, which Akira purposefully ignored.
"Uh, yer pretty 'nd I love ya, so I 'an never get tired of ya," Akira stated cheekily with a mischievous grin that alongside her nosiness gave her her nickname at school and in game. Though she got a look from her girlfriend that said there was no way she was falling for that, as she had known her too long, and dated her too long, for her to fall for it.
"You say that yet I know you're deflecting," Caylee glanced down at the tablet in her other arm and jotted down a few specifications onto the smart board. Before selecting what she just wrote once she looked up and moved it to where she wanted it to be. "Cause if you don't want to answer or you just wanna keep deflecting instead of conversing, then stare at me later ," she said and looked down at the tablet again. "When I'm not busy working on deciphering Rika's crappy handwriting, because the engineer's handwriting stereotype really applies to her."
"I 'romise I don't wan' anythin'," Akira laughed but promised sincerely. Which was a rare thing coming from her of all people. "Ima just thinkin'," she told her and glanced out the window at the rising sun. Which meant that they only had a small amount of time before they needed to get ready for school, "'pecially 'bout school."
"You, thinking about school? No way, you totally love school," Caylee told her, really laying on the sarcasm today. Which told Akira that the computer specialist had really had her feathers ruffled, which was why Akira deliberately didn't respond. Silently telling her girlfriend, the master of psychology between them, that she wasn't going to talk to her if she was going to keep being a smart ass to that kind of level, since she wanted to have a serious conversation.
Caylee was normally a smartass, but she was perfectly capable of maintaining a normal conversation with only a hint of sarcasm, not well, this.
At the lack of response and any kind of looking in her direction from the blonde, Caylee sighed and put down the tablet. "What were you thinking about?" She asked without any sarcasm and leaned back against the counter, thereby giving Akira her full attention. Instead of working on the schematic their friend had sent over or being overly sarcastic. "You're not exactly the biggest fan of school since it doesn't apply to your career path."
"It's 'equired, un'ortunately," Akira shrugged and gave a sigh of her own, letting her head tilt back till she was looking at the ceiling. "Ima thinkin,' wonderin' if we'll get ta 'inish it or not."
Caylee's eyebrows lifted and she approached her till Akira could see her looking at her, "you say that like you feel like something's going to happen, Akira."
"I gotta 'unch," Akira told her simply, though the almost resigned smile on her face only made her words that much heavier.
"A journalist can 'lways 'mell a story."
