Complete Eastern Brisshal Dreams Do Come True

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Every single pixel... Or rather, an inch of her new body. Every strand of hair, every smooth touch of her skin. Riemenschneider cupped Bubblyfoot's chin, tilting her head slightly while adding more details. It was funny, she has spent so many hours in this art, so long that she didn't even notice she has been online for a whole day. Nothing that surprised any of the servants of her house, after all, with her condition it was actually a relief she had someplace she could completely forget her real situation and pretend everything was fine.

With the final touch being done, Riemenschneider looked at Bubblyfoot again, smiling satisfied with her work, and nodding quietly.

"That should be enough."

She gave Bubblyfoot's nose a boop, giggling quietly.

"Cute."

Notice

After the character is created, you can't create another one or change it.

Do you wish to continue?

"... Yes."

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Welcome to Terrasphere.

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Another star called through the skies. Blinking, the new traveler looked up with her vibrant eyes.

She took a deep breath, ironically possible considering the race she has chosen. Stretching her toes on the grass, she could feel its fresh touch on it, and soon she looked down at herself and her hands, closing and opening them and noticing she simply had some starter clothes and not many items or anything else.

Her legs worked just fine, just like the other VRMMOs... But... This one felt different. It felt so proper. So similar to the real world on the other side.

Struggling the first few steps, it was already common for people to take a bit to get used to a new body in a game, but in Ronja's case, this was extra difficult.

Pushing her way through, she eventually met and stumbled on a tree, resting her back on it and looking up to see the sun not very high in the sky.

Was it the same as real life? She has spent a lot of hours in the game, completely losing the sense of it. Perhaps it was time to log off... But she had just got started with it.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

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Ever since her last meeting with Hanno, the mental bug inside her head ate away at her thoughts...

"-But making friendships is the best part. Everything is pretty real in here, and of course, the bonds become just as real thanks to that."

The barrier she's created between herself and others only widened the more she kept hearing about the dangers of this game. You couldn't trust players, the system, or anything in concrete. Yet despite all the blights out there, after four years, Hanno logged back in, and his share of wisdom hinted at a love & hate relationship with the game. Yet so far everyone she's seen has been a parting memory save for the most memorable ones, with the faerin being among them alongside the bard-in-white Cain, Regan the Lunny, Moonsong the emo barbie and Celestine... Celestine, yeah.

Here she was again at the start of the game, drowning in self-doubt like it could do her any better, her own conflict rooted upon what to do as her current goals felt meaningless, PvP being an after-thought no sane person would partake on. Her empty stomach didn't help, yet the meat available from the previous endeavour in regards to a few boars and a hunter went uncooked as of yet. The blaze upon the bonfire having gone off since past night. All she felt like doing was to sit down and lay against this tree, the shade it blessed her with kept her from awakening earlier than expected. By now she couldn't even leave the game. Seven, eight hours? She should have slept all that before.

The answers came to her once she rose her left hand as an ethereal string tugged from it, ring finger wrapped by fate's silk and given a twirl surrounding this very tree. It has been like this for a while, the reason she set camp here in the first place. Something changed, however, as now it no longer aimed at the tree, but something else that the breeze could react to and let the thread flow with it. Fiora leaned to the side, hands over the grass as she took a peek around the corner of the trunk, only to come across a few blue strands at first, pushing herself back up to finally circle around, a hand over the tree that helped her stop at the realization someone else was here, silent as they had been.once

"Hey this is -my- destiny tree, go find... Yours?" Her voice fell two notches down as the little red thread guided her all the way to this very small newcomer, emerald eyes staring through her as if to read through her soul. Unfortunately, these shenanigans were probably Hanno's specialty or something, given his spirit voodoo powers or something. "Forget it, are you hungry? You look like you got your feet fresh into the game, and tutorials ain't it's forté I tell ya'." Fiora tried to keep herself evenhanded now. Was this some kind of joke though? To guide her to another newcomer, and she's been behind this tree all this time, so it wasn't the damn tree what she should have been after but the diminutive woman over here.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

With her back and head resting on the tree, Ronja closed her eyes and took calm, steady breaths. She didn't expect to log in the middle of a forest for the first time, and without any clues of where was what, she needed to get used to this body very soon if she didn't want to get stuck in the beginner's area for too long.

Was that place enemy-free though?

Her eyes opened slightly, peering around.

From the rumors she has heard, that game shouldn't be much different from the outside world. That meant no protected zone, no custom area, no game-ish things aside from the UI.

UI, right.

Ronja was just about to try and open it, remembering the instructions from the start of the game before a voice suddenly caught her off guard. "A-AH?!" She turned to look at a woman, much taller than her. Oh, yes, she made herself quite small didn't she?

The woman stared at her intently, and after the first words, Ronja half-opened her mouth to apologize, though soon the attempt to shoo away was replaced by something more welcoming. "Sorry about taking your destiny tree. This game sure needs some update in the tutorial area." Ronja giggled faintly, tilting her head slightly. "It is just because-" I am "- Ronja is still getting used to-" my body "- Her... Body." She slowly quietened herself.

Why she was talking in third person?

She averted her eyes, cheeks growing rosy.

"A-Anyway. Ronja thinks she needs to rest for a moment. She needs to get used to walk with this body first..." Ronja said, peeking at the woman and then smiling faintly. "Thank you though."

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

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Easily shocked, but just as much was this stranger ready to pull a pun. She huffed to herself, joke or not it was the pure truth. "Don't tell me about it. I had to sit down for hours to get my answers, it would be great if it didn't just spawn you with nothing at all." Her mind wandered off at how troublesome this is for starters in the first place. Until you could arm yourself to cut down low level creatures, you were basically stranded to your fate depending how far and in which direction you moved.

Her rant ceased, curiosity ramped at the little one's speech, so uncertain of itself it felt worthy of note.

"Ronja is still getting used to-"

"-Her... Body"

Confusion riddled her. 'Her body?' That didn't make sense, and for once Fiora checked her surroundings in search of a third individual that left her peripherical by chance, yet nothing but the breeze and the birds that chirped atop a branch, dancing from one side to another with their wings that carried them over to the adjacent direction.

"Narrating your own tale I see." She teased, a quiet chuckle almost escaped past her lips, a hand intercepting it to muffle down the noise, least she attracts unwanted attention on them that way, and on her recovery a pearly smile and a questioning look filled her face. "Okay okay, I'll let you share my tree. But how you plan to get used to your body if you ain't gonna walk on it?" The logic she proposed didn't quite match. Walk, and yet she rests. Adapt, and yet she stagnates. What else but pure contradiction born out of shyness? "Well if you plan on stickin' around this game, might aswell take a tip from someone with some experience on it, don't ya' think? Come on, we should go sightsee a bit, the forest opens up on the west and can net us a nice view around." She squatted down infront of Ronja, a few meters of distance between 'em still of course but close enough to call it 'conversation distance'.

It's not leaving... The very thread still bound her to 'Ronja', if that was her actual name. There was something missing here, and it clearly wasn't the tree, as if yet to unravel the mystery behind their meeting. The HUD displayed information at the very least, so this woman wasn't UI-locked, to Hanno's relief wherever he might be.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja giggled quietly at the woman's reveal of her experience, shaking her head lightly. She could only imagine how it could be because she was honestly extremely lost right now. But thankfully someone was there with her, even if she was a stranger, Ronja could try to at least get some company until the next town.

However, when the mention of her narrating her own tale came, Ronja's cheeks grew red. "R-Ronja doesn't know why she is talking like that. She talks in the first person, she swears. It... It is just happening for some reason she doesn't know!" Ronja said, finally raising her voice a bit more.

At the following questioning, Ronja rested the back of her head against the tree. "Ronja will walk, she just needed to breathe a bit first." She said, looking at Fiora when she suddenly squatted down in front of her.

"Ronja is very sure she can see you even if you are standing properly," Ronja said, pursing her lips. She was used to some people squatting in front of her since she is always sitting in real life, but it never felt good to experience that.

With a huff, Ronja released her back from the tree, staggering for a moment but getting the right balance when opening her arms. "Okay. Let's go." She nodded, peeking at the woman. "What is your name, by the way? Ronja is... Ronja Bubblyfoot."

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

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Ronja's reactions were just exactly what she expected, and Fiora broke into a laughter this time around, the little rise on her tone only made it all the more humourous. "Suuure. You totally don't know." She added as Ronja's attempt to convince her otherwise wasn't about to fly for her.

The fact this newcomer just now needed a breather reminded her of how travel distances were here. Brutal, and physically exhausting like in real life would. It certainly wasn't a game for anyone, specially those out of shape or who didn't take a martial mastery to give them that extra push.

Wait, did she just sass at her for squatting? Taking a few mental steps back, Fiora confirmed that much. Colour her surprised! "No worries, just wanted to get a better look at you. It's hard to do that when you are so small. You want me to get a stiff neck or something?" Despite voicing her opinion, she complied and made that exact point come across by setting her eyes elsewhere, just in time for Ronja to push herself off, a hand outstretched at her as instinct took notice of how she staggered. "You are pretty clumsy, huh?" Certainly she had to be of the clumsy sort, it shouldn't be taking too long for her to get used to her body. That had to be the only reasonable response.

The path was lit by the sunlight that so often found a way upon the gaps left by the trees, the shade it offered gave an ethereal, fantastical look to the woods that one could only describe as iconic for a fictional world like this. Leaves dropped upon their path every once in a while when the winds dictated it, and the sprawling vegetation left little to the imagination. The vast flora and rows of trees worked as a wall for anyone trying to peer too far away. It seemed endless, almost, but the very subtle change on the environment such as a branch in a different position or a tree looking slightly off compared to the other made it clear this wasn't some copy pasted forest with recycled assets. Every tree looked unique on it's own way, at least unique enough for a game where thousands of them would be around.

"Fiora... D'Angelo." It almost ashamed her to mention it. Ronja came up with such a fantasy surname, and all she could come up with was italian. Could be worse though, like calling yourself like a weapon in great quantities. "Welcome to Terrasphere, by the way." She added, giving a glance over her shoulder, a quirky little smile tried to fake any form of excitement - Right, who would want to join into a death game like this? Only tryhards and maniacs. Ronja almost fit the part, considering her third person speech. "So what made you pick up this game? Felt daring or curious about what it's all about? Wouldn't be the first I hear tell me that." If her own thoughts counted, that is... "I'll just get you used to movin' around and then we can head to Stokbon. I'll buy you a weapon and you can pay me back later, it's kinda dangerous out here what with bandits on the roads and wolves and bears..." The least she could do for newbies, at least: give them the means to defend themselves. It's not like the most basic of weapons were that expensive thankfully.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja pouted slightly at the way she was being made fun of. Why she would be talking in third person on purpose? She wasn't a baby, a cavewoman, or anything like that. She exhaled some breath from her nose, not letting it consume her any longer, deciding to listen to the woman's excuse for squatting. "So it is just to see Ronja better? Well, in this case it is fine." Ronja said, also not wishing to get the woman a neckache just because of her small size.

Sincerely, she was starting to regret making herself so small, but it was far too late to say that. She needed to work out with it.

At the mention of her being clumsy, Ronja had to take another deep mental breath to not show a face, looking up at Fiora and smiling briefly. "Just a little, Ronja isn't really used at that." She said, not elaborating that she wasn't good at 'walking' because that would bring another wave of jokes and laughs she didn't want.

"Fiora, it is nice to meet you." Ronja nodded with a brighter smile. "Ronja started playing this game because... Well, she heard it was pretty good, that it was very realistic, despite everything that is told about it... So Ronja was curious to see it." She said, almost completely honest about it.

At the mention of wolves and bears, Ronja paused for a moment, then nodded. "In this case, we should hurry. Ronja is very grateful that you want to buy her something, but please let me know if it is too much. Ronja doesn't want to own you for too long." She wasn't going to reject being bought some equipment. She couldn't do anything just wearing a basic summer dress like she was doing right now.

Taking a step forward, Ronja would look, for someone watching her, like a baby deer at the moment it was born. Her legs trembled, just like someone ice skating for the first time, trying to get used to it at every step. As she managed the first few steps, an unexpected smile quivered at the edge of her lips. It felt so nice, walking in this game-- It felt like... Just like how it was when she could still walk! It was so perfect, almost an exact mimic if it wasn't for the fact this body was different from her original one.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

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It gave mixed signals back at her as her response didn't look so good, or at least honesty didn't prove to be that worthwhile. It was funny and that's that, shouldn't she be laughing along? By now the idea everyone could be so uptight about a jest started to feel ridiculous, almost sad. Can't win 'em all, the fact Ronja accepted her excuse though did brought a better light to her.

"Ain't used to? Well, you better get used to it real quick, because you gonna have to walk everywhere here unless you can fetch a ride from a NPC." She explained, cumbersome voice dragged on at clear discontent with the whole 'long distance traveling'. There seriously weren't any other options? Sure, could steal a horse, but that would be stealing...

Ronja beamed with energy in one single smile, contagious enough to get her smiling back. "Whatever you heard about it, it's true." She wouldn't sparkle the truth with white lies, and as such, honesty would cut like a knife through butter. "If that's gonna be what it takes for you to turn your tail and log out, you can do so. If not, then you are welcome to tag along with me and I'll make sure we get strong enough to do whatever we want." True to her word, and just as straightforward with it, feeling a bit of Hanno rubbing off on her with these words. But hey, she did say she would help, and this is the least she could do: to cover the grounds he couldn't.

It's a relief one person out here isn't so self-serving and selfish as to see this as a gift instead of a favor. Ronja seemed to show some interest on paying back, ones she waved off after hearing the lot of it. "If you want to pay me back, buy a weapon to the next newbie you find once you got a few coins to spare. Not everyone picks magic or hand to hand masteries."

This connection with Ronja still tickled the back of her head, a quick peek back at the diminutive lady proved her to be worse than just lost, and yet unexplainably, that same lack of experience felt all the more familiar to her. The struggle to move, yet the enjoyment derived out of it was pure on it's own. Once she turned to face forward, warmth soothed the tension on her shoulders and allowed for a peaceful smile to take over her lips.

Spoiler: Reference

The forests finally gave in to their pursuit, the height became noticeable from the stone-ladden cliff as they were left with the wilderness at it's purest, birds flew near the horizon in neat formation, paralel to the mountains behind them that extended far beyond where Providence's mountainous region could be given a glimpse past the many clouds left by the dawn of the day. Even from here one could get a sight from Pormont, yet so miniscule it's even hard to differentiate from the wildlife they were presented with. The breeze grew stronger, winds that could blow one's hairs like a white knight's cape.

It's here that Fiora finally laid herself to rest and sat on the edge, a hand waved around, 'lo and behold' kind of gesture for Ronja to bear witness to the beauty nature could offer in Terrasphere. "And this is just a fraction, mind you. Not even I know how big this world is, but it's hella big for a VR game." She added, planting the palm of her hands upon the ground behind her, a pleased sigh exhaled from her lips once the comfort of this view, a paradise as opposed to reality, settled in. Immersed her into it, as if feeling the tip of her toes wasn't enough already.

"What did you pick by the way. Your race I mean. You are as small as a Faerin, but... Weirder." If that was the right word, that is.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"Ronja will try to get used quickly." She said, trying to speed up her pace a bit, and slowly getting used to the whole idea of walking on her feet again. It still felt weird, but she had to put in some effort if she wished to survive in this world.

Her eyes peered up at Fiora, smiling bittersweetly. "Ronja isn't afraid of that. If the rumors are true, she will be careful about it." Ronja said, somewhat not bothering about the idea of getting stuck in there. The truth was that her life was, for most of the part, her surviving rather than her living at this point. A rest from that would be very welcomed.

"Ronja will pay a weapon for the next newbie she finds when she gets money for that." She agreed, happy about the condition Fiora has set for her payment. It wasn't like she planned to do any different. Her plans were to craft weapons and goods when she was choosing her mastery build.

As they continued moving, Ronja could start feeling the weight of walking for so long, with the tiredness starting to catch up to her as she continued to exert her determination on it. Her steps staggered, but eventually, she found herself looking at Fiora, who pointed out at the view, making Ronja's muscles soften and relax, allowing her to plop on the ground, panting.

"It is wonderful..." Ronja said, admiring with her vibrant eyes reflecting the sight. At the question, Ronja shook her head. "Ronja isn't a faerin, she is a magia."

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

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"That's the spirit." She called out to her response with a quick wave of her hand afterwards, slowing down ever so slightly to let Ronja catch up. An answer came at the most unexpected, eyes meeting with the magia's to notice that sweetness within that smile, as much as the bitter flavour it carried. "Huh, you got more guts than I gave you credit for at first. Well, just remember you got like two lives before that. I ain't about to be afraid of a game anyways. Where would be the fun in that." She could understand caution, but that's as much of a stretch as she could give it. "There's a lot of friendly people out there, it's just hard to tell them apart from NPCs. You will get what I mean once we get to the capital."

She wouldn't believe me anyways.

An eyebrow rose once Ronja accepted her terms, all too quick, all too happy. As if there were no catch in here. There wasn't, but the trust she poured on her felt right to reciprocate with a bob of her head. Strange enough, every word she says is completely meant. A relief to know this is the kind of player to do some good for others... Are short people always this nice? Damn

The admiration glittered on her eyes, and Fiora spent a long while watching at that newcomer reaction so characteristic of them, yet the view was enough to soften her own heart to it even, swinging her legs back and forth from the edge of the cliff. "There's plenty more out there. A giant bridge that goes for like who knows how long, gigantic mountaintops, and some blood cursed wastelands or something- Don't go to the last one by the way." She said, winking back at her before setting her sight on the horizon. "Magia? You are the first I see of your kind. What are you supposed to be then, some kind of magic elemental?" Between her words, raw arcane begun to form on her hands as a blueish construct akin to an acoustic guitar fell on her hands, and she begun to strike a few chords. It didn't sound quite that right, yet a few tuning on the pegs started to grant harmony back to the instrument, to her pleasant surprise. "Well no matter, how are you feeling? I don't mind stickin' around for longer, just try not to fall asleep now, not until we get to town at least. You don't wanna be around here at night without a torch or a lantern."

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"Really? The NPCs are really that realistic? Ronja still has to find one, she heard that it is really hard to see the difference." The only way to figure out was asking things about real life, after all. But it was still impressive that a virtual world could hold such an amazing feature.

As they enjoyed the view, Ronja crawled toward the edge of the cliff, just like Fiora. She glanced to her, smiling warmly. "It is really amazing. Ronja could stay here all day if she could." She said happily, pondering about it. "Ronja wants to see all of these views." Ronja muttered, hugging her knees while watching the horizon.

A giggle escaped from her lips and she nodded. "Magia does sound like that, right? But no, Magia is like... a biotechnological race." She explained. "You could say she is an android." It was the closest thing she could compare.

"Ronja is a bit tired, but if we need to move, we shall. Ronja don't want to get in trouble-" She said, finally averting her eyes from the horizon to Fiora. "Neither cause trouble for you."

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

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"I thought you were one at first not gonna lie." She admitted with a set of nods to go along. Harmless in intent, as she couldn't keep it down now that the subject got brought up. "I mean, the fact you speak in third person felt awkward. Did you do something in your character creation or is it some kind of race thing?" Didn't each race have something in particular to it? Her 'fate thread' was one of them, but certainly this magia got something else under her sleeve. It didn't explain how could a game trait affect her speech patterns though.

Nostalgic smile beamed at Ronja's agreement, the scenario pinching a rose-tinted era well left behind, and yet it all came back when sharing some company. "It's more enjoyable with friends, yeah. I've been a few times here on my own, doesn't feel the same as now." Immediately afterwards she cleared her throat, almost drowning on how cliche that sounded as her gaze reached out to Ronja's "Obviously having more people to appreciate it helps. Most are just rushing ahead to get in trouble anyways... Like me." She jested. Hypocrite she is not, no sir. Fiora listened, still fiddling with her guitar without starting much of a play as to not sink Ronja's voice, rewarded by Ronja's latest wish to witness the world with her very own eyes, like some fearless adventurer. "Well hey robo-girl, I'll show you as much as I can, and you can tell me more about your race on the way there, yeah? It sounds kinda cool not gonna lie. You ain't made of metal though." Didn't all android have metal on them? With closer inspection, Ronja didn't seem so different to her, and despite her best efforts by squinting and turning angles like a cameraman, it all felt in vain.

"If you are too tired we can stop at honeyhome instead. It's everyone's first stop anyways, I just wanted to skip to the city just in case it was full of newcomers." Her smile faded in exchange of a smirk, the guitar shattering into star dust that flew over the cliff as she extended her right hand for a little pat on Ronja's back. "Well it gets boring to go around killing goblins. A bit of variety adds spice to life, don't you think?" A lie spoke between teeth, and the hesitance on her voice almost felt like a gave away- She never had secrets. Never had anything to hide. The first time is always the hardest.

And with that she stood up and begun to make her way back, hoping Ronja would tag along without being left behind of course.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"Wh-What?! Ronja isn't an NPC!" Ronja exclaimed, shocked that anyone would think such a thing. But when the mention of the third person came up again, her cheeks grew red. "Ronja has no idea what she did. If this is a thing from her race, she has no idea. At this point she is getting used to it, in fact, it felt like she spoke like that since ever when she realized she was doing it." Perhaps it was part of the game's feature to make her feel like that? Regardless, it felt strange, to say the least, a bizarre familiarity with a body that she didn't quite understand.

Ronja turned to look at Fiora at her words, perking up for a moment. "Are you calling Ronja a friend? That's cute." They had just met, and she already was considering her one? Ronja could stand for that.

A sweet and bright smile crossed her lips at the offer to show her as much as Fiora could. "That would be wonderful, Ronja would love to tell you what she knows." She said, then giggling softly, offering her hand. "Like Ronja said, she is mostly made out of biocomponents and magi-biotech. She isn't your every day robot." She explained once again.

Then, she shrugged slightly. "Honeyhome sounds like a welcoming name, Ronja wants to visit it. But well, Ronja didn't fight anything, not even a goblin, so she can't get bored of that." Ronja said, watching Fiora walking away.

She tried to stand for a moment, failing at the first attempt, and then barely succeeding at the second. But after a deep breath, she pushed herself back to her feet and nearly stumbled forward, opening her arms to regain balance.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

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"Well- I figured it out kinda late, no need to pull an attitude on me, eh!" She playfully argued, pearly teeth flashed with her smile, yet she settled down once Ronja turned to explanations, and her way of describing it... It made her skin crawl to think the game truly had this much power over someone else. Such a quirk felt impossible without some form of manipulation going on here and there, and yet Ronja has begun to even adapt to it.

The silence that came with her brainstorm of questions went interrupted, an eyebrow quirked up once her own words were sent back at her. "Friend? Yeah I can call you a friend, this world is pretty big so it's best not to lose track of the people you meet. But it ain't official yet-" Without having to explain it further, Fiora pulled her UI and-

Notice

Fiora D'Angelo has sent you a friendship request.

"-Now it is. Unless you deny it, in which case I'll sound stupid after saying this." She chuckled

Once the magia offered a hand, she peered at it momentarily before her own two hands went to grasp hers, rubbing her thumbs as if to try and get a feel of her skin and confirm she isn't indeed made out of metal. To her surprise, Ronja certainly felt different to the touch, but she kept it short and simple and let go of it afterwards. "Yeah your hand certainly feels weird to the touch." Her words stumbled, leaning just a bit closer once curiosity took over. "Oh wait what about senses, can you feel anything? Robots don't tend to." But she bit her tongue, figuring it would be best to get a move on rather than stand idle. And that's what she did.

At least until the lackluster noise made her turn around to notice how Ronja struggled to stand back up and hold balance. Her eyes went wide, a hand stretched out at her as the winds begun to converge behind the Magia as to make sure she wouldn't fall from the cliff, dissipating after she was certain this wouldn't be the case, yet Ronja could feel lighter, as if the breeze had attached to her movement and made it all the easier to walk around so long as it sticks to her.

"Jeez Ronja you scared the hell out of me. Don't tiptoe like that near a cliff or I'm gonna tackle you, I swear." She said, pointing a finger back at her to add severity to the threat of protecting her. "Anyways, I think you'll be fine but you sure need some rest. First time I see someone struggle this much to move in VR."

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

The sudden friend request popping up in front of her eyes made her smile, and Ronja was quick to press the button, happily looking at the notice mentioning she had accepted the friend request, something that warmed her heart much more than she expected. "Then it is official now." Ronja glanced at Fiora. "Friends." She said, feeling a sweetness growing in her chest.

Then, Ronja waited patiently for Fiora to go and try the touch of her hand. She didn't struggle about it, just having her cheeks rosy when it felt like it was lingering for too long, but the way Fiora worded made her embarrassment be disrupted. "It isn't weird, Ronja just has a different anatomy." She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Senses... Ronja doesn't feel anything different. At least she didn't feel anything weird until now, and the information in the character creation was scarce." She said, pondering about everything. She couldn't really know much in one hour of gameplay.

On her feet, however, the gust of wind did nothing but brush her hair away, since Ronja did have her balance recovered fairly quickly. However, one sentence was enough to freeze Ronja again, and she rubbed her neck, offering a brief smile.

"Ronja is... Just too clumsy! And this game is too realistic and without assistance to move like the others-" She said, pausing for a moment and then clearing her throat to correct herself.

"Ronja means, the movement is so complex that Ronja is having a small trouble to do it." She said, vaguely since it covered her issues but also didn't say anyone in particular. And without any further ado, Ronja started trying to move next to Fiora, trying to keep up the pace with her.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

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Hah, what a weirdo
Now she couldn't get that thought out of her head, not with how easily Ronja could beam up like a sunshine, but soon enough that also applied to herself, cursed be how she is smiling right now in behalf of hers. "Don't send me too many messages when i'm offline though, I hate pop-ups in the morning." She mentioned with remarkable casualty.

It was impressive that she knew so much about this race already, it almost felt like she went through an entire wikipedia but missed the few details no player had, the explanations given were sadly not enough to satiate her curiosity, settling down with what's given when a sigh rolled out of her lips. "Guess we just gonna have to figure it out as we go. If you got tired, then probably you aren't as robotic as I imagined at first, like a terminator." She shrugged it off. Not like Ronja would fit that kind of android. Too cute and small to be intimidating if anything.

Ronja froze and Fiora squinted for a long while as her explanations begun to stumble down a different kind of path compared to the last ones, bordering the limit of an excuse even. Unconvinced, her judgement remained for quite a few seconds until the Mana begun to pick up the pace and the both begun to make their way back to the main roads. "Let me know if you need help to move alright? I picked a few magic types that can be handy. First thing's first though, we are getting some food before you log off. That's today's lesson: Food meter, and it's relevance." Her words became absent-minded. Between the road and Ronja, she tried to focus on both at once, only to end up on her partner moreso than the adventure ahead.

She may not be a good liar, but she can spot excuses that obvious...

[END OF THREAD]​

@Ronja Bubblyfoot