03-14-2010, 07:41 AM
“Well this is retarded.”
It was all Kaden could think to say. He stood, covered in grime and filth though he was, in the middle of an overly-elaborate dining room. Every which-way he looked there were people dressed in clothes that looked too expensive, drinking out of teacups that looked to expensive, and, no doubt, commenting about trivialities that were far too expensive. They were probably on their way to urinating out more money than the courier had ever had.
It was difficult to actually get anything done looking the way he looked; the upper-crest didn’t seem big on conversing with the common man. Hell, some of them even donned monocles as Kaden approached, as though to remind of just how much money they had. As someone who came from a less-than-well-off upbringing, it was a frustrating display for him. Especially when he knew he could wipe any of them off the face of the planet with naught but a surge of energy.
Growling obscenities under his breath, Kaden stomped out of the dining room. As though willed there by some divine hand, a well-to-do jackass had been standing exactly where the courier planned on stomping. Bumping into the man with feigned apologies, Kaden was about to continue on his way when he was offered a quick chunk-o-cash. The courier considered the man before responding.
“How do you feel about Gamer?” the courier asked.
“What?”
“Did you run into any robots on your way here?” he followed up.
“Have you gone mad?”
“Just having a bit of fun with you, sire,” the courier grinned and bowed to the ‘noble’ before him.
The courier came to the quick conclusion that anyone who didn’t recognize the name Gamer or sympathize with being kidnapped by robots was a creation of the game and not an actual person. Working with such limited information meant that there were certain assumptions that one had to operate under. For Kaden, there were two such assumptions. The first was that any one of the passengers were victims, like he was, and the second was that Gamer would try to manipulate things to their disadvantage.
Kaden summed up his “employer” quickly and accurately. Very little was expected of him, and he looked to be wearing about the same size clothing Kaden would. The job was simple: take the bags and follow him to his room. Why he was worried about his luggage when the entire ship was about to sink was a question the courier didn’t spend too much time one. Instead, he tried to play the idiot and picked up the bags.
Following the man back to his room, Kaden had a easy time of clubbing the elder gentleman in the back of his head with his own suitcase and stealing his clothing. It wasn’t the nicest thing to do, sure, but there were things he was trying to figure out and everyone in the event was working against the clock. Undressing from his work fatigues and donning a richer attire took a surprising amount of time for Kaden – who the hell invented cuff-links, anyway? – but soon he reappeared in the dining room wearing a mostly-completed tuxedo – he refused to wear a cummerbund.
Despite his efforts, the courier didn’t last too long. If the impending doom of the entire ship hadn’t been weighing on him, he probably would have been able to waste more time with the fat-cats. Instead, he learned everything he could, as quickly as he could, and vanished back below decks. Even the way those people talked was pretentious. Any longer and Kaden would have been punching them squarely in the nose.
As he made his way back down below decks, the courier discarded the jacket, button-down shirt, and ridiculous bow-tie of his previous costume. When the din of the laborers hit him, he was wearing a bizarre mish-mash of work boots, tuxedo-slacks, tank-top, and suspenders. It would surely be a hit with the other works, he had no doubt. In the meantime, though, he made quick work of tracking down the only other person he had met in their event. Her exertion of ki made that a simple task with his Sight.
As he turned to head towards Victoria, though, Kaden caught Sight of another source of energy. Vicky, as he called her in his head, didn’t appear to be going anywhere, he turned and headed in the direction of the unknown ki. Descending another level of stairs, and making his way through various hallways, Kaden was almost knocked over as a boy shot past him. Shaking off the encounter, he rounded the corner to find…
“Sophia?”
“Kaden?” she looked in his direction.
“Is that actually you?”
Her hair was much longer than it had been last time he saw her, but she was otherwise the same. Her clothes were definitely different, but that seemed like an increasingly minor feat for Gamer as Kaden considered his own get-up. Pushing that thought aside, he looked the priestess up and down and let out a low whistle before he realized what he was doing.
“Of course it’s me,” she replied, looking down at herself as though to follow his gaze. “What?” she followed up when he whistled.
“Huh? Oh… nothing. Just…” the courier cleared his throat. “Might want to be careful about kicking people… if y’know what I mean. Anyway, we should get moving. There’s at least one other person in this event and the whole ship will be under water in a matter of hours.”
It was all Kaden could think to say. He stood, covered in grime and filth though he was, in the middle of an overly-elaborate dining room. Every which-way he looked there were people dressed in clothes that looked too expensive, drinking out of teacups that looked to expensive, and, no doubt, commenting about trivialities that were far too expensive. They were probably on their way to urinating out more money than the courier had ever had.
It was difficult to actually get anything done looking the way he looked; the upper-crest didn’t seem big on conversing with the common man. Hell, some of them even donned monocles as Kaden approached, as though to remind of just how much money they had. As someone who came from a less-than-well-off upbringing, it was a frustrating display for him. Especially when he knew he could wipe any of them off the face of the planet with naught but a surge of energy.
Growling obscenities under his breath, Kaden stomped out of the dining room. As though willed there by some divine hand, a well-to-do jackass had been standing exactly where the courier planned on stomping. Bumping into the man with feigned apologies, Kaden was about to continue on his way when he was offered a quick chunk-o-cash. The courier considered the man before responding.
“How do you feel about Gamer?” the courier asked.
“What?”
“Did you run into any robots on your way here?” he followed up.
“Have you gone mad?”
“Just having a bit of fun with you, sire,” the courier grinned and bowed to the ‘noble’ before him.
The courier came to the quick conclusion that anyone who didn’t recognize the name Gamer or sympathize with being kidnapped by robots was a creation of the game and not an actual person. Working with such limited information meant that there were certain assumptions that one had to operate under. For Kaden, there were two such assumptions. The first was that any one of the passengers were victims, like he was, and the second was that Gamer would try to manipulate things to their disadvantage.
Kaden summed up his “employer” quickly and accurately. Very little was expected of him, and he looked to be wearing about the same size clothing Kaden would. The job was simple: take the bags and follow him to his room. Why he was worried about his luggage when the entire ship was about to sink was a question the courier didn’t spend too much time one. Instead, he tried to play the idiot and picked up the bags.
Following the man back to his room, Kaden had a easy time of clubbing the elder gentleman in the back of his head with his own suitcase and stealing his clothing. It wasn’t the nicest thing to do, sure, but there were things he was trying to figure out and everyone in the event was working against the clock. Undressing from his work fatigues and donning a richer attire took a surprising amount of time for Kaden – who the hell invented cuff-links, anyway? – but soon he reappeared in the dining room wearing a mostly-completed tuxedo – he refused to wear a cummerbund.
Despite his efforts, the courier didn’t last too long. If the impending doom of the entire ship hadn’t been weighing on him, he probably would have been able to waste more time with the fat-cats. Instead, he learned everything he could, as quickly as he could, and vanished back below decks. Even the way those people talked was pretentious. Any longer and Kaden would have been punching them squarely in the nose.
As he made his way back down below decks, the courier discarded the jacket, button-down shirt, and ridiculous bow-tie of his previous costume. When the din of the laborers hit him, he was wearing a bizarre mish-mash of work boots, tuxedo-slacks, tank-top, and suspenders. It would surely be a hit with the other works, he had no doubt. In the meantime, though, he made quick work of tracking down the only other person he had met in their event. Her exertion of ki made that a simple task with his Sight.
As he turned to head towards Victoria, though, Kaden caught Sight of another source of energy. Vicky, as he called her in his head, didn’t appear to be going anywhere, he turned and headed in the direction of the unknown ki. Descending another level of stairs, and making his way through various hallways, Kaden was almost knocked over as a boy shot past him. Shaking off the encounter, he rounded the corner to find…
“Sophia?”
“Kaden?” she looked in his direction.
“Is that actually you?”
Her hair was much longer than it had been last time he saw her, but she was otherwise the same. Her clothes were definitely different, but that seemed like an increasingly minor feat for Gamer as Kaden considered his own get-up. Pushing that thought aside, he looked the priestess up and down and let out a low whistle before he realized what he was doing.
“Of course it’s me,” she replied, looking down at herself as though to follow his gaze. “What?” she followed up when he whistled.
“Huh? Oh… nothing. Just…” the courier cleared his throat. “Might want to be careful about kicking people… if y’know what I mean. Anyway, we should get moving. There’s at least one other person in this event and the whole ship will be under water in a matter of hours.”
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