It had been eighteen days since the Kurugnaar Mother and all the horrors it had sought to possess had been brought down by the combined efforts of the four factions, and exactly as long since the adopted blind imouto of at least four people a this point had been seen.
Until today, that is. She entirely expected to wake up in the crater where she had logged out in the aftermath of the zone once rife with a nauseating amount of magic. Instead, she could only see the magical bracelet on her wrist, and could only feel the soft bed below her. Could it be that she didn't do the hold-logout and that somebody from one of the guilds had carried her somewhere safe?
She took a little while to collect her bearings. Remember how to do magic, get used to how disorienting being blind was once more. That sort of thing. She made a walking stick out of bright blue magic and held it out to the right. Yep, there was that pesky bedside table. The girl climbed out of bed on the left, quickly finding the dresser, the window, and the armoire. Either she was back at the inn in Honeyhome, or this world had copy-pasted inns. It hardly mattered at the moment. She was here to get back to the life she wanted to live, with the people she wanted in it.
Maybe they had forgotten about her and the whole little sister gig. It had nearly been three weeks, and this was quite a chaotic game. Even past that her ability to remember things in and out of the game when she was the other wasn't that great, so she wouldn't be surprised if there was some sort of long-term side effect that could make people forget things.
Before she knew it, she had made her way down the hall to her left, counting five doors, and walked out into the lobby. With ar-cane in hand, she began to carefully get her bearings again. She had counted it out tens of times before, and despite her fears she remembered the right number of steps until her stick tapped against the door. "Okay... Six, then turn left, thirteen, then turn left-" She muttered to herself to drill it back into her head.
Suddenly her concentration was broken as she walked out into a light shower of rain. Rather than let the bad luck weather ruin her plans, the girl simply smiled and continued to count her steps. The sheer misfortune, the struggles had already began. It was good to be back.
@Aroda @Celestine
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Until today, that is. She entirely expected to wake up in the crater where she had logged out in the aftermath of the zone once rife with a nauseating amount of magic. Instead, she could only see the magical bracelet on her wrist, and could only feel the soft bed below her. Could it be that she didn't do the hold-logout and that somebody from one of the guilds had carried her somewhere safe?
She took a little while to collect her bearings. Remember how to do magic, get used to how disorienting being blind was once more. That sort of thing. She made a walking stick out of bright blue magic and held it out to the right. Yep, there was that pesky bedside table. The girl climbed out of bed on the left, quickly finding the dresser, the window, and the armoire. Either she was back at the inn in Honeyhome, or this world had copy-pasted inns. It hardly mattered at the moment. She was here to get back to the life she wanted to live, with the people she wanted in it.
Maybe they had forgotten about her and the whole little sister gig. It had nearly been three weeks, and this was quite a chaotic game. Even past that her ability to remember things in and out of the game when she was the other wasn't that great, so she wouldn't be surprised if there was some sort of long-term side effect that could make people forget things.
Before she knew it, she had made her way down the hall to her left, counting five doors, and walked out into the lobby. With ar-cane in hand, she began to carefully get her bearings again. She had counted it out tens of times before, and despite her fears she remembered the right number of steps until her stick tapped against the door. "Okay... Six, then turn left, thirteen, then turn left-" She muttered to herself to drill it back into her head.
Suddenly her concentration was broken as she walked out into a light shower of rain. Rather than let the bad luck weather ruin her plans, the girl simply smiled and continued to count her steps. The sheer misfortune, the struggles had already began. It was good to be back.
@Aroda @Celestine