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.. "You'll get in a lot of trouble." The woman suppressed the urge to roll her eyes for a record of five seconds. "Trouble". A bothersome descriptive to some. However, the chaos gremlin gladly accepted the title of "Troublemaker". Life already tried to suck the fun and life out of everything...

.. "Either this stuff is stronger than I thought or the men's and women's soccer leagues merged when I wasn't looking." Her expression dead-panned, eyes narrowly examining as if to determine whether she missed a joke or... No, from what she could tell, his intentions were serious. He truly...

.. Search "Dayeon Song" online and perfectly polished images appeared. Only the finest selections were published at the behest of a company that desperately tried to conceal unique charms with manufactured ones. The Dayeon Song in front of her looked human. Truthfully, Gigi had been hesitant...

.. Brown eyes slowly digested the dismal messages. A question intruded her thoughts, "are you okay?", but she bit her tongue. Delving into personal issues was not why she was here. But maybe she should start if it meant less people playing that horrid game. Alas, she was no trained therapist...

.. "Mhm. I see. So, you're cancelling on your former client's behalf? Right, right. It wouldn't be appropriate to do a show with a disgraced idol." Disgusting. Corporate swine like this made her skin crawl. Seething anger nearly boiled over through her gritted teeth, "But did you former client...

.. "What is all of this?" Holy shit! It worked! Now she just needed... She just needed... Fuck. The woman should have prepared a script besides the ones used to set this all up. Triumph crumbled into despair. No, she wouldn't panic. She'd go with her usual method: figure it out on the go and...

.. Eyes fluttered closed and consciousness drifted into a peaceful land of- Beep. Beep. Beep. Bright colors penetrated her eyelids as her computer turned into a raging strobe light. It was a hell worse than a simple alarm clock. Groggy eyes opened, the blinking lights blurred by her tired...

.. "I'd say that makes us a 'we', at least for the time being." She didn't even try to hide the whites of her eyes as they rolled in exasperation. "Maybe not as impressive as something like the World Cup." Ouch. Had her absence from pro play truly deleted her legacy? "Been there. Done that."...

.. "Bourbon, straight, with a twist." Palpable relief caused tense muscles to visibly relax and the breath she'd been holding finally released. Pearly white teeth were exposed by her wide smile. "But no more questions. You may talk if you like."[/COLOR] Wait. Hadn't he been the one who...

Gloved hands clenched tightly onto her scarf, shoving the fabric over her chattering teeth. Chilled skin happily embraced the warmth inside the lodge. Despite living in the north, Aerial had never been ice skating. Well, she'd tried a few times with her former teammates. She'd never get far...

.. "The flamethrower wasn't great as far as beauty treatments go so that makes sense." Aerial chuckled, "I'll take your word on it." She looked down at her own body. It was hard to believe that she'd been disintegrated an hour or so ago. "May I recommend vaporization by a death ray? It's done...

.. "And here I was under the impression you weren't worried about such things." Well, shit. She'd walked right into that one. It wasn't every day that she'd come across someone with enough wit to properly think of such a smooth comeback. "Touche." A compliment that didn't quite match the sad...

.. "What are we celebrating?" "Pfft. We? A bit presumptuous, eh?" the woman light-heartedly teased. "It's nothing really major. I was able to nab first place in a charity competition." She shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal especially since, in her eyes, it wasn't. Really, it wasn't all that...

.. "This is Rosie." Aw. What a cute nickname. Her friend muttered something about "how accurate the name was considering he had the beauty of a rose". Gigi chose to ignore her wide-eyed friend. "I'm Rosario. It's a pleasure to meet you both." Well, looks like the man himself didn't take...

.. "Ah, yes. Because openly asking random people is definitely not going to draw attention to myself." Lips pursed into a pout, she airly whined, "And here I thought you cared for me after giving me such a warning." However, a laugh broke her half-hearted attempt at a sad, kicked puppy. "From...

.. "I didn't play the first incarnate of Terrasphere so I'm still trying to grasp all of the lore. Too bad they don't have a Wiki." Or maybe they did. She'd accessed the sketchy depths of the dark web before when searching for clues on the illegal game. If information was to be found, she'd have...

.. Agh! She was late! Which, honestly, wouldn't be a surprise for most but this was a complete and utter stranger. What if her Secret Santa buddy already left, feeling forgotten and alone within the festive streets? That certainly wouldn't do. With the help of her user interface, she scanned...

.. "I can't understand why I couldn't just wear something I had packed-" "You mean one of your ugly hoodies?" "Bitch, you better take that back!" "Gigi, hun, this is a date." "Maybe for you. I thought we were supposed to be celebrating me. Y'know, me winning the charity competition-" "I...

.. Ugh. Valkyrja's statement reflected her internal thoughts: everything did smell good. Well, maybe not that sewer vent they passed. But, besides that, everything threatened to drown her mouth in saliva. "We could always steal a few wallets." Her joke earned the ire (and fear) of a few NPCs who...

.. "They claim it taboo but, regardless, beg on their knees for assistance. If it isn't used against their own kind then why does it matter how the job is done? Or would they prefer mecha robots over a teeny bit of blood?" Eyebrows furrowed as the corners of her lips curved downward. "Ughh...