Open - A New Normal

"So this is what it's like. ...This is kind of... meaningless."

Walking through the city of Stokbon. A holy capital that in no way had any right to call itself that in her opinion. Holy... was supposed to mean something good and just. So much for that in all the wars surrounding this place. It's even said the Aristocracy is based here somewhere. A group of selfish, scheming nobles that hired anyone who wanted to make a quick penny. No one here cared about what sort of grief they may be causing others. If they did, they wouldn't or couldn't do anything about it anyway.

It took something pretty damn special to change the world.

Something magical.... something more.

Yet here Wendel was. Looking for the first time since Magi Heart ever logged in like someone who wasn't dressed for a cosplay convention. Or not of the Mahou Shoujo variety anyway. It took awhile to get it right. Using illusions to appear more acceptable to the normal populace was going to drain her too much. She was pretty much living in Terrasphere at this point as a completely different person, regardless of similar if a bit distorted ideals.

Not to mention... she was curious and did in some strange way desire a certain degree of normality. Normality meant she was real. Something alive and not just a shadow of a dead girl.

So here Wendel was dressed in a outfit quite similar to Wendy's school uniform, with a few adjustments. Walking through the busy streets of a city that is no longer at war. People chattered and went about their day as she passed them. Walking with a almost nervous stride. Wowzers, she had no fear of fulfilling her goal or pity for bringing the much needed medicine of death to those that needed it.

But living normal and trying to be what is called a person? That was somewhat unsettling for her.

She needed to do this though. How would she last long enough to accomplish anything just living with a monster like Vermillion in that manor? How would Raina see her as someone worth choosing over Wendy if she was just some... some...

Whatever she was.

A black glove ran over the right side of her face. Looking at it she saw it was blood free. That took awhile to do. Even though her body was still in the same state it has been. Wendel practiced and practiced and finally began to lessen the amount of blood flow. It still happened when excited but at least it was far from how it used to be.

So other than the disfiguration of the eldritch eye. Wendel had attained her own 'normal girl' look. So now, there was no need to see Wendy as normal, because Wendel could do it too!

Or was trying anyway...

The pinkette stepped in front of the Rocky Road Clubhouse. It was a cafe for all kinds of adventurers but mostly attracted younger and less skilled individuals. Wendel carried some memories of good and bad times from here. This was a good place to try this normal life thing.

AKA time filling.

"Gosh. I don't even know what I will order here. I doubt the grief is high in a place like this... unless I stir it up. That's not... a thing I should do to be 'normal'. Gee whiz what a pain."

She muttered out her words as she entered.

 

He like any new player had started in Brisshal and now he had made his way to the very capital of it. It hadn't taken that long, had it. He had learned some things along his way to this place. First was his first encounter with a dire beast, this beast being a dire rabbit-- but it had still caused a little chaos. This was something that had him actually being able to figure out the very cause of why a rabbit could become so violent. The reason had to be the game itself, be it players or the other beasties here that made it adapt like it, it made him curious all the same.

Second of all was he had learned that this game had a sense of realism to it. The mathematic of the place was amazing to say the least. It was true that his boredom still existed, but it was getting a little easier to focus on other things. Another thing he had learned was that he preferred the beasties over the other players here. The beasties kept his interest much better than any of the other players could. There was so many different types of beasties here, and it seemed like not so many different types of players. Analyzing things was sort of what he did and the landscape with the beasties that were part of it was much more interesting than the player randomly spawning and falling out of the sky as if they were trying to fly.

He had never quite understood people , this being more so the player than Camus. Why would he be able to understand people when he had to endure what he had. He had been bartered away for crying out loud, and now he was here. It was almost like a new start for him, not that he had died or anything. No one knew who he was on the outside world, he could be who he wanted here. Yet, that was also a dangerous thing for him to have control of. Those emotional scars still haunted him and well they had made him mold this person he was. The arrogant, sadist , self loving and sarcastic individual that he was. Though it had been fun so far.

On his way to this capital he had found himself humming the same almost haunting melody that seemed to be stuck in his mind. He didn't know what it was or where it came from, but he liked it. Was it something he had made up or had he heard it perhaps somewhere else, he didn't know. He still hummed it and continued on his way. He had happened upon the city by accident, it wasn't like he found any of these places by knowing where they were. He preferred to explore and see what he found rather than depending on others or devices for that.

The city was welcoming, and full of life. Though his crimson eyes search the crowd for anyone whom might interest him and found no one among the masses. Yes, he was coming to like the beasties more than the people. "I'm sad, it seems" he would speak to himself, though he didn't care what people might think of him had the caught the almost whispered words that he had spoken as he continued through the bustling city. Was it so much to ask for to find one interesting being in this world that wasn't too ... what was the word. He wanted someone he didn't feel like they were going to get on his nerves, someone that held some compelling presence around them. Someone interesting that could be used for something.

Why was he so intent on using people? Maybe it was because he had set out on his journey like this. Mental scars were hard to go away from and he was so used to people using him. He wouldn't be used or hurt or manipulated if he was the one who did it first, wasn't that how life worked? He continued his stroll through the town soon coming in front of some cafe looking place. Something about it screamed for him to enter its doors and he reached forward and opened the doors. Maybe someone here would be interesting.

He had entered just shortly after after a small pinkette. He could hear her muttering, his ears twitching as he heard her voice. Well that was interesting to say the least, he had come to think that he might be one of the only people who talked to himself about such things. She was speaking of the grief in the place and being normal. "What even is normal? If you wish for grief and stirring things up, maybe I could be of service" he gave a small bow to her as if to acknowledge her as he came towards her, but nothing too grand in this place. He wasn't one to do something like this, but hey he was learning and experiencing things as he went. He smiled, but his eyes actually revealed a slight spark of interest in them. Who was this girl. "Name's Camus and you are?" Maybe she had been that interesting spark who he was looking for. "I really didn't mean to overhear you, but it did spark my interest " he chose to keep those words softer so she could hear, but not so much that others could hear.