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[PP-F11] Clarity in Conflict, Perturbation in Peace (Nari)


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Taft - Floor 11 Settlement, the Weathered Wayfarer Tavern

Nestled in a far flung corner of the city stood the Weathered Wayfarer, a hovel so easy to miss that it often went forgotten by the many players who passed it by in their hurry toward the Frontlines. Alkor was one of its few frequent customers for that fact alone. The only real denizens were non-player characters who were programmed to know, and even then, their routine found them there at certain times of day. It was the perfect place to go when one wanted to be alone. He ordered his usual drink, a lighter pilsner hopped just right so that it was more refreshing than it had a bite. It seemed to always surprise him, the lengths with which developers had gone to get the precise details about even the smallest things to match up with real life. He'd had the genuine article only once in his life, and beyond that, no attempt to replicate it had ever been successful.

None of them, save for the distinct flavor notes programmed into this game.

Part of him felt at ease with the flavor that washed over his tongue, and he felt the urge to close his eyes and lose himself in the experience. It was always like that. There was a moment when he felt completely calm, without a single thought. Then the guilt struck, and everything that followed began to snowball. It prompted him to order another, just to try to replicate the initial response. The only thing he ever learned was that the law of Diminishing Returns held painfully true, especially when the alcohol brought with it no impairment. Yet again, he agonized over the loss of inebriation as a form of escape. It was like the world was designed to punish anyone who sought to run away from their problems by compounding them, over and over.

"Perfect design, if you were trying to get a bunch of gamers to commit suicide," he muttered offhand, to which one of the barmaids perked up curiously and examined him. It was like the word was enough to catch her attention, but not enough to prompt her to do anything about it. She slipped away just as Alkor noticed her gaze, and he sighed. "There's absolutely nothing more droll than a world that pretends to care about your well-being while actively trying to undermine it." That was something that everyone in this world could relate to, he imagined.

He just never saw a good reason to confirm the suspicion. His second drink arrived less quickly than the first, which gave him time to reflect on how sober he really was. After a gulp of the second serving, he didn't bother to reevaluate. He could tell that there was no change- there was never a change. "You know, people say its better when you drink with friends," one of the older members of the bar's retinue of servers leaned on the table suddenly, and Alkor glanced up at him. "You look like you could use the company. Why don't you call someone over?"

In retrospect, he probably could have. He did have friends- people actively online and available, who had told him that they would be there if he needed them. The problem went beyond that. He'd never been good at asking for help. He never asked for help. Alkor wasn't about to start now, in the middle of the Aincrad incident, all these years later. No- this was like every other problem. He'd find the solution. Alone.

Or at least, he thought he'd be alone. Bars were sort of unpredictable in terms of who was going to show up, and when.

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Briefly, she hesitated on the exterior. She’d never once set foot inside a bar – not in the real world, nor the virtual. Yet, the message had directed her here – and like it or not, here was where she needed to be. She still wasn’t sure what she was looking for; as usual the directions were sublime, limited in directive and giving only enough to make the next step.

“One of these days…” She repeated the phrase that she constantly stated when she was tired of dealing with the messages. Not that she would actually act upon it, she knew that she would continue hounding down the missions, hoping that it would someday lead to their eventual escape.

Pushing open the entryway, she stepped inside. The place was more antique than she’d expected. Picture perfect, in a way, of what one would expect a bar to look like. A few patrons seated in the area bespoke of a quiet time of day. Her quick gaze over informed her that most were NPCs – the lone player seated at the bar seemingly intent on keeping to himself.

‘Right where I need to go.’ She thought to herself, before stepping across the area. Pulling the hood of her vest up, the fox ears and tail bouncing with the movement, she settled into a seat a few down from the other player, trying to catch the eyes of one of the servers. The man who approached smiled at her, but before he could speak Nari hissed out the phrase she’d been given. “Keepers of the dark, shine down the light.”

She hadn’t expected much from it, but as the man suddenly nodded and left, she wondered what exactly she’d gotten herself into. The directions themselves had been brief enough – provide the phrase, collect the package. She didn’t even know what to do with it beyond that, but here she was…

Unease, she cast a glance at the other individual, wondering if she should be concerned about his presence. The indicator glittered the typical green, but Nari had come to learn that didn’t always suggest safety. She ran her eyes over the man, trying to determine exactly who – and what – he was. Almost reflexively, she twirled the spear in her arm, causing the light to reflect off the blue blade and sparkle along the walls in an almost mesmerising way, if one paid attention to it’s movements.

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