The sound of waves was the first thing Caiden noted. He didn't bother noting his surroundings just yet. He had other things to take care of, such as slapping himself as hard as he could. You know, as a test. It hurt. Valuable data in the name of science and discovery. He then touched his left hand to his left shoulder and flapped his arm twice. The ridiculous little maneuver was tied to a macro in his dive helmet. It should trigger a developer console, along with a game context panel. In most cases it would open a cease-and-desist warning from more secure applications,. In less protected cases he might even gain limited access. Then there were the really lucky times when he might have some decent privileges to work with, but this was not one. No window appeared. No response whatsoever. Caiden was not expecting this from some unknown dive out of nowhere. He was a little taken aback at the security. He stopped his avian mating dance and finally looked around. No one saw his dignity-less display. Unless some trees were sentient or the likes, because there sure were a lot of trees. Caiden didn't know if that was a possibility as he only glazed through the introduction stuff. He randomly picked most of the choices throughout creating his character, and tried to make his avatar as un-like himself as possible. Shortened it, made a less flashy hair color, just your average joe-shmo mmo avatar. He still wasn't sure where the waves were from, or where he actually was. He also had no clue on how to open any other menu other than his macro-ed one, which was a no-go. He tried various motion controls from other popular dives, such as tapping the air or tapping his finger tips. None worked. Maybe paying some detailed attention would have been smart.
Caiden didn't panic, per se, but calm wouldn't fit the situation. For all of five minutes Caiden tried every possible combination he could think of. Fruitless and exhausted, Caiden kicked a tree root. He vaguely remembered something about kicking stuff in the creation process. Expletives and vicious thumps carried through the air of the canopy. This wasn't experimenting, this was cathartic venting. Finally worn and rational, Caiden plopped himself between two thick tree roots, back to the trunk of some old haggard tree.
'Getting crushed to death by a sentient tree might be a plausible exit,' he mused. The trunks bark and the grass under foot. It felt realistic, as a dive should. Of course it wasn't perfect. It never was. But the little details were so there, so present. It felt like he knew this tree for a long time, for some odd reason. 'Noo. It couldn't be, She wouldn't have... Would she?' Caiden thought. He brushed the trunk with his palm. Maybe he wouldn't give up hope on this place after all. Revitalized, he wandered off through the limbs and boughs to find that water.
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Last edited: Nov 25, 2017