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Post by COMATOSE on Jan 1, 2012 0:38:56 GMT -5
"You could just look at the character data, and know my characters name. Besides, I don't know if you have that UI option off or what, but it should quite clearly say "Comatose" above my head."
It was commonplace for users to turn this function on in their UI, as it helped with managing who just was who when you were questing, grinding, or raiding. When you had multiple people on the screen it helped to know who was who instantly. This brought even more suspicion on her head for being a moderator, though he had already made up his mind about it and she had confessed it, she probably didn't have it on because she didn't understand the necessity of it.
He knew that looking into character data files was unusually taboo, as it was part of a licensing privacy agreement. If you did look into the files, it was because the user was doing something illegal — otherwise violating the agreement and voiding the TOS, of which allowed the files to be looked in usually so actions could be taken against the player. He hadn't done anything of the sort.
"Besides, I'm as new as they get. It's quite easy to search for guides for games these days."
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Post by addy on Jan 1, 2012 15:14:40 GMT -5
"My headset is the most hi-tech on the market right now; it offers the ability to submerse oneself so much in [The World] that it appears real. I can't think of any better way to shatter that illusion than to look up and see someone's name floating above their head, can you?"
The man—this Comatose—was starting to get on her nerves with his know-it-all attitude. What made him so special that he could look at her and presume to know exactly what her intentions were? It did not matter that he was correct, that was not the point by any means. As if to show this agitation, Adrienne withdrew her right hand and brought it up, flicking choppy bangs from the heterochromic eyes. He did not seem as if he was going to attack first, so this whole ordeal felt like it was taking more energy than necessary. No bloodshed, no worth, after all.
"Mm, sure. You can pretend you're a newbie, but I still don't believe it. You're still level one, so you haven't been grinding in the low-level servers. If you had been, you would have leveled up by now. Your movements in-game aren't awkward, and you don't seem very stunned by the scenery. I'm sorry, but it's not unheard of for a veteran to make an alternate character for one reason or another."
With a last tightening of her grip and a familiar shimmer of light Nekura disappeared back into her inventory. It was without notice, so she was sure there would be hell to pay later on, but it mattered very little. Instead of talking more or brooding over her bad luck, the moderator turned on her heel and began marching away from him.
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Post by COMATOSE on Jan 2, 2012 0:47:55 GMT -5
All the in-game visuals were so photo-realistic in their exactitude one usually couldn't help but swoon. However after visiting nearly every field in the game, several times in fact, one got disenchanted by the surreal scenery. It was not equivalent to taking a walk down the street, nothing amazing to see. It was an unfortunate circumstance of clocking in a ridiculous amount of playtime.
"Yeah, yeah. You're right. I am a veteran player. ."
He couldn't quite tell if she hadn't noticed, or wasn't paying attention, but she had never stopped the monster spawns. Actually, their standing about talking for so long had attracted quite a crowd of them and their higher leveled brethren. Ghouls they were called, essentially zombies, except for the fact they couldn't be one-hit with the beheading trick. What was worse was that her editing of the ability of the zombies had seemingly extended to the Ghouls, several of them suddenly lunging at her from her back.
Against his better judgment Comatose decided to act. Regardless of whether the original zombie lunge that was attempted on him was a purposeful tactic by her to start something, he hadn't been killed because of her saving him. The debt had to be repaid.
The distance to cover in such a short amount of time was almost impossible, if not for the reach of the longsword. A pivot and step of his dominant right leg propelled him with just enough power and speed to intercept the ghoul as it rose into the air during it's lunge, resulting in a piercing of sword into decayed flesh. The attack impaled the monster's torso upon the weapon's length, which in turn impaled the weapon into the soft pseudo-dirt on the gravitational trip back down to earth.
Of course, the ghoul wouldn't be finished by this, and continued flailing about. To be put down the ghoul had to be dismembered until it was nothing but a torso, something Comatose was glad to do if to stop the ghoul's infernal moans.
"Debt repaid, even if you probably caused the situation."
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Post by addy on Jan 2, 2012 15:24:48 GMT -5
Ah, correct as always!
A hidden smirk curled her lips when she heard the telling thud of a weapon embedding itself in the moist dirt, and the moans of what could only be an attacked ghoul. It would not be so easily destroyed, so instead of pixelating out of existence it continued to thrash and utter pathetic noises. Annoying, but the tactic had been effective. Comatose was now without weapon and they were even!
"Oh, my hero ..." she breathed, turning on her heel to face him. Before he could utter another word or even make toward his blade, she was walking calmly in his direction, two-toned gaze locked onto his face. Her own weapon was no where to be seen, so she hoped he would be shocked enough by this advancement that he wouldn't back away just yet. That would ruin all of the fun! Blademaster and Long Arm were tied in agility, and they were both veteran players; the only difference between them now was her slight advantage in strength. Fortunately, there was no reason to debate stats in her head. For this endeavor, they would not be necessary.
Assuming Comatose did not move away from her, left hand—the dominant hand, as it were—lifted, moving past his cheek with just the faintest brush against flesh. Fingertips daintily pressed against the backside of his skull, applying just enough force to push his head down as her own lifted up. Despite the gentle touches, the pressing of her lips to his own was hungry, passionate. Eyes closed as she went over the possible consequences of this, from a punch to the gut to his reciprocation. Obviously, she preferred the latter ... but it mattered not. All that mattered now was the heat of his mouth, the closeness. It was just as exciting as killing him would have been, and the blush on her avatar's cheeks showed it.
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Post by COMATOSE on Jan 3, 2012 1:45:24 GMT -5
As his immediate attention was turned to dispatching the monster, he did not catch a glimpse of the advancement of the sever Moderator until the bitter end. Though he had often felt callous and indifferent to the game's realism, this felt very real. The game did well to simulate all the physical feelings associated with such a kiss, and in response, his brain triggered the appropriate metaphysical ones.
Though he did not want the kiss initially, more through surprise than disdain, he leaned into it and in fact kissed back. There were a few moments where he actually let go and became immersed in the game, the whole deal feeling too real to think about otherwise. However, he snapped to. The unconscious balance he had been keeping whilst kissing was broken by clarity and consciousness and there was a thud that came with a rather clumsy fall, landing on his back - his palms taking the brunt of the fall.
". . What? What was that for?" There was a bit of embarrassment associated with the question.
"You saved me, so I saved you. The kiss makes it. . extra again."
Comatose did not like debts and most especially ones he didn't have a clue how to repay. How exactly did you repay a kiss? Why did he think of it for grounds of repayment? The latter was due to what could only be called a flaw of mind, a tick of obsessive compulsive behavior that he couldn't control. He didn't like owing things.
There were still dozens of zombies and ghouls hobbling toward them.
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Post by addy on Jan 3, 2012 2:04:30 GMT -5
Ah, yes, that was exactly the reaction she was looking for. He was very good at deducing things from small clues; he could pick up on nuances in her personality and actions that spoke volumes more than she wished him to know. It was an insult to both her intelligence and her self-control, and in this case warranted a demonstration of power to reestablish who was dominant in this new-found relationship: her. Comatose—against his better judgement, no doubt—reciprocated the action, and by doing such opened the gateway for more advanced measures to be taken. Emotion was manipulation, but Adrienne was not unaware that the body could be used for the same purpose as well.
When he finally broke the kiss and fell backward, she inhaled sharply, momentarily enjoying the taste of him. Heavy lidded eyes blinked and then refocused upon him, bringing with their clarity a smirk. If he knew better, he would run ... not that she planned to give him the chance. Instead, she took a step forward and daintily dropped down, straddling his hips so as to give the perfect vantage point for a palm-check to the chest. It wasn't hard, just powerful enough to push him back against the ground and keep him pinned there.
"My kiss is extra now, hm?" she drawled, the fingers planted on his chest closing to a claw, nails scrapping against the material of his avatar's shirt. "I suppose that just means you'll have to repay me. I can't let you out of this field until you do, caaaan I?"
Adrienne leaned over him more fully, blocking his view of the environment behind her. Raven locks would no doubt tickle his cheeks, an intentional action aimed at drawing him back into the realism of the game. This might not have been happening in the real world, but it sure as hell could feel like it and she wanted him to know that. Above all else, the moderator had pride in this version of her favorite MMO. Unbeknownst to him, the monsters had been removed once again; they would not be bothered or attacked by flesh-hungry fiends or the humanesque-ghostly apparitions that were ghouls. No, Comatose had much bigger things to worry about ... such as the girl leaning closer, until her lips were pressed to his again, hungry and forceful.
The hand that was not being used to keep him pinned sneaked up, fingers toying with the furry hem of his coat before settling upon his cheek. Index finger traced a lazy, meaningless pattern there, as if attempting to distract him from the rather embarrassing and intimate situation he had found himself thrown into.
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Post by COMATOSE on Jan 3, 2012 17:25:20 GMT -5
The adolescent in Comatose still couldn't help but be both bewildered by and reciprocal to her actions. Her kiss was met by one of his own, reciprocating the same hunger of the flesh. The signals being sent to his nervous system from the brain via the game's simulatio could not be ignored. It did in fact feel as if he had been straddled by a female who was kissing him.
This time however it was an external stimulus that snapped him out of the state of near ecstasy. The feelings associated with the simulation were superseded by the feeling of his own pet dog gnawing on at his arm playfully in the real world - as if somehow Fido knew he was in peril. Again, he was brought to clarity.
It was far to late at that point though. Clarity was achieved while still having his own lips locked with the female's, his hands firmly placed at her hips, grasping. For all his deductive capabilities he did not understand how they had ended up like this, from a conversational standpoint. Neither party had seemingly said anything particularly nice to the other. Neither had showed any varied interest, in fact, a second ago she was walking away from him.
The thoughts riddled in his head had still distracted him from unlocking his lips from hers, though, he eventually did. The more than intimate position they were in was variously harder to interrupt, as he had been effectively pinned in the position. All attempts at moving were met by both the resistance of her weight and her strength, which was on par with his own avatar's.
"Extra--- What are you doing? What if I'm like a 12-year old kid? I'm sure the Sys. Admin would have a field day. ."
An attempt for him to persuade her indirectly to let him break free. He didn't see any other way out of the situation. Her previous statement made it seem like she had locked the field, there was no way to gate out.
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