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text; get this child out of his comfort zone

Who: Kazuto Kirigaya and [insert your name here]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today / Sept 4

[Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings is not new for Kazuto, but in the past it's been quite a different experience. It's not an MMO this time, which is what catches him off guard the most. He can tell immediately, even with a simple glance around- the world is too real, too detailed. (Just in case, he tests a few menu-summoning gestures, but no dice.)

Waking up in a hospital-eque area makes him think that something went wrong with his last MMO dive, but that isn't right. He clearly remembers being safe and healthy the night before- they'd checked him out at the hospital before he'd gone to Sinon's. So... what? A kidnapping? Some kind of experiment? Something about this place doesn't feel right, and there's information slowly filtering into his head that doesn't make much sense.

And then he goes and looks out a window. Yikes.

He spends some time wandering, quietly observing, though there isn't really anyone to observe- computers, broadcasts, machines, yes, but people? The place is pretty deserted. It's eerie and uncomfortable, and he gets totally lost before long. Finally, though, he puts to use the knowledge of the broadcast system that is inexplicably in his head now, typing out a message.]

Is anyone out there available to answer some questions? I don't understand what's happened to me.

[Yep, that sure is a message. Which... is probably gibberish to anyone who doesn't read Japanese. Someone should probably let him know about the auto-translate not working on text.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[...Guns...]

I can't say whether or not guns are honourable, but I know I'm terrible with them. That won't help much.

[Maybe if he had time to train, but he seriously doubts guns are any easier in real life, without the system-assist.]

The matter of honor aside, it also seems foolish to use weapons gifted us by our captors.

[He hadn't considered that, but- that's true, actually. One never knows what could backfire. He's had that happen before, and it's not fun.]

Good point. I guess finding materials and equipment to make weapons is a priority.

Yes. Would that I had Hauteclaire, Excalibur, even Curtana back, I would be assured. Nevertheless, if I am to forge one myself, I may make more for others.

[That's quite the weapon resume she's got there.]

You've got a sword called Excalibur?

[She's a max-level MMO character. Her weapon resume is crazy.]

The Excalibur, recreated through Gerolt's skill. I used it as long as I was able, but it was not as effective against later foes, so I had to seek yet stronger blades. Yet rather than the name of my sword, I would sooner hear your name.

[Oh the conversations they could have.

Excalibur is supposed to be the strongest sword ever, both in legend and in video games, so it's surprising to hear that it wasn't good enough in this instance. Interesting, very interesting.

He's still torn on the name issue, but he figures using his avatar handle until he gets a feel for the place is the best bet.]

Sorry. Call me Kirito.

[My other character runs on video game logic, too, so that's a thing.]

Miah Lanbatal. It is a pleasure, Sir Kirito.

[S-sir... definitely too formal for him.]

I don't actually have any titles or anything. Just Kirito is fine. Nice to meet you, though.

Indeed. Though I do not yet know your face.

Oh sorry, hold on

[Just gotta- fiddle with the controls a bit. It's unfamiliar but intuitive enough that he gets it within a few moments. Maybe that's the augment thing again.]

Better?

[The person he was expecting on the other end of the text was probably not a teenage girl. It was definitely probably not someone with cat ears and a tail flicking around in curiosity. And there's no way any reasonable person could have anticipated her clothing, which is weird enough to require a picture to be believed.]

Yes. It is difficult to say we have met when we have never seen one another.

[Actually, while her clothes are unusual for every day wear, they're also familiar. They remind him of what he'd found Asuna wearing when he'd met with her in Alfheim Online, just a handful of months ago. What he's more interested in are the ears and tail.]

Oh, wow... is that a Cait Sith avatar?

[Is this somehow a digital world after all?]

... Cait Sith? The children's doll? Your words make no sense.

[Wow, neither do hers.]

Doll? No, no, it's a fantasy race of cat-people. Cat-fairies. They look like- well, you.

[Her eyes narrow, and her ears lay down flat. If you've ever seen an angry cat, this should look very familiar.]

I am a Miqo'te, every bit as civilized as you Hyur. We are no cats. Compare us not to such base beasts, unless it is our anger you desire.

Ah- sorry, sorry! I didn't mean- it's just what I know them as, where I'm from. But if you're not one, that's fine.

We are neither fantasy nor fae.

What did you mean by 'avatar'?

Oh, it's like an alternate form people use when they play digital games. You can choose your appearance at will- different races, skin tone, hairstyles, basically whatever you want. It's a fun way to look totally different from a normal human being.

... To change your appearance at will...

[She's not unfamiliar with the idea. A couple of her comrades had turned out to be Au Ra, hiding their true selves to blend into Eorzea. She had wanted such a potion for a long time, before, but now the notion causes her to frown.]

I understand it not. I wish to be no one besides myself.

Some people feel differently, I guess.

[It's how he used to feel, after all, so he can recognize the appeal.

But- wait-]

Hold on, are you saying you actually look like that!?

Yes. This is what I look like.

[Her tail is flicking back and forth in annoyance...]

But you've- those are- the ears, and the tail! You can move them?

[Just keep digging that hole deeper, Kazu.]

I can. Evidently, they even work better than yours.

[He's not sure if that's meant to be an insult, and honestly, he doesn't care. He's too fascinated.]

Sorry, that's- I mean- ...I've never met a non-human before...

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