Kiru

Even with flushed cheeks and red eyes, I still maintained eyes contact. I made the decision to stare him straight in the eye, Tristan however did not choose the same thing. The red haired male tried to hide the fact that he was crying but it was painfully obvious that he was. His response wasn't really one I had anticipated. I thought of Tristan as a strong and unfazed leader who served for the purpose of the people. But that wasn't what he displayed with his behavior. He was sitting there, regretting something he did, crying, and breaking down in front of me. The feeling of guilt came again as he continued to sob in his arms. It wasn't something I enjoyed watching either, I hated it when people cried. It was a sign of weakness to me. The only other time I witnessed something like this was when Keith began crying out of nowhere. He just suddenly began to hug me like I was dying and bawled on my shoulder. I didn't know what to do then and I didn't know what to do now. I guess the only thing I knew for certain was that everyone's emotions are malleable. With that in mind, I proceeded with caution.

I leaned across the table and placed my right hand on his head. I thought it was odd but I saw other people do it to comfort someone. I took a deep breath, as this was embarrassing for me, and closed my eyes. Slowly, guilt formed a pit in my stomach. He was to blame for this but even so I felt like this was my fault. "You did. You screwed up big time. So, never do it again." I paused for a moment in attempt to find the correct words, "move on." I said finally slid back into my seat. I had no idea what I was doing, at this point I just said whatever was on my mind. I owed him at least that much. "I don't know if you've heard but Keith is gone. He's been missing for over a month and people have proclaimed him to be dead. People say Vile murdered him, that he was kidnapped. Others say that PKers were looking for me but killed him instead. I don't know what to do about that either. In ways, we're the same. I feel guilty for not being by his side but I'm here aren't I? I'm sitting in front of Tristan Delaney, the guy who has the nerve to cry in front of a lady." I chuckled slightly but those tiny laughs turned unstable. My shoulders began to shake slightly. I tried my hardest not to cry right now, how pathetic would that be? Two people in a cafe crying? "So, just move on, you know?...." I buried my face in my arms on the table and began to sob, like Tristan. 

Zelrius had an odd request of not only me, but The Azure Brigade. He wanted to take the Redemption quest, granting him a green crystal and access to towns again. This was a weird thing for him to want. I would imagine that he liked being secluded. If anything I thought he enjoyed being titled "PKer" and having that menacing orange crystal above his head. The best deduction I could come up with was that he was tired of it. I thought of Zelrius to be the kind of person who grew bored of things easily. There was also the matter of him changing personality slightly. I could tell for awhile that every time I met up with him that he was different. It was difficult to explain but I wouldn't spend too much time thinking of it. If Zelrius was asking for a favor then I would be more than happy to oblige. 

I walked towards the meeting place Zelrius had set up, dagger in hand. I rubbed my thumb over the smooth part and clenched the handle as I got closer to my destination. Standing there were already two players. Each I could easily distinguish the two players. One was obviously Zel and the other was Tristan. I frowned slightly and without paying attention I accidentally touched the sharp side. I winced at my mistake and wiped the small amount of blood on my clothes. Once I was in front of the two I stopped. "Hey. I don't think this will take more than thirty minutes to complete seeing as though Azure is only the best." I said and nodded at Tristan. He and I talked but there was still part of me that didn't like him. 

ITS SO GOOD AHHH I CAN'T DO DIGITAL ART. I SUCK AT COMPUTER ART. 

ALL OF IT IS AMAHHHZING DUDE!~

I cupped the mug of hot chocolate delicately and brought it slowly towards my mouth. Compared to the rough and edgy cup, my porcelain and fragile hands looked out of place. As I sipped the hot liquid I noted that none of the wallpapers matched the design either. This place was supposed to be the best yet it had a poor decor. I was severely let down when I finally got a taste of the cocoa, it wasn't as good as it claimed to be. It didn't have the right amount of chocolate and it wasn't fully dissolve, leaving a chalky texture. The whip cream was fine but overall it wasn't the best. Disappointed with it, I set it aside and pretended to care what Tristan was saying. My eyes were trained on a single strand of red hair that stuck out, cascading down the side of his shoulder instead of neatly in place like the others. 

He was currently on the topic of the party. He claimed that Celes mixed a bravery potion into his alcoholic drink, with a different intent. He was apparently supposed to confess to me. If this wasn't a serious conversation I would have laughed and left at the mention of love. But this wasn't a joke. I pursed my lips and thought about it for a moment. Tristan always was drinking something alcoholic, potions from Celes were common, it all made sense except for one thing. Lessa. If the potion had a certain affect of attraction then if he liked her more than me then naturally he would go to her. It wasn't hard to tell by the way he swept her off her feet that he liked her, even if it was just a small tinge. I could believe him, end this now, but something was stopping me and I didn't know what. From the way he went out of his way to apologize, anyone could see that he meant it, so why? 

After he finished talking I leaned forward in my chair, placing my elbows on the table and resting my head on my clasped hands. The tone of voice he used I couldn't tell whether he was holding his emotions in or crying in front of me. I felt a slight pang of guilt for a split second and said the following in a hollowed voice: "Are you crying? Of the two of us, why would you be crying? It's not like you got hurt." I looked down at the table, then him again. He was asking for forgiveness. For a split second I thought I could forgive him, leave and move on. But I was also an extremely stubborn person. So, being me I decided to dig deeper, with the nerve to be smirking slightly. "If you'll indulge me...what are you sorry for? Sorry for making me socially unstable, embarrassing me? Sorry for making me think that you actually liked me? Are you sorry for literally making me feel like I could trust anyone or even show my face again? Or are you sorry that you made me think I could trust with my secrets, my feelings, and my life? Tell me Tristan, what could you possibly be sorry for?" The moment I stopped talking I felt my cheeks warm and my breath become uneven. My eyes began to water but I refused to cry right now. I had no real explanation for being so emotional. I guess it was just all the pressure of Tristan, the guilt, Keith, death, everything. Instead of covering my face however I stared him right in the eye. "It hurt me more than you could ever think. As you said, I have a wall. Unfortunately you tore it down entirely and it took a turn for the worst." 

When the door opened, my attention was drawn from the nighttime snowfall to the player that walked through the door. At first I merely glanced at the player, ready to continue my wait, but something was wrong about the appearance of him. It was way too familiar. His red and tall stature was enough to make me certain that he who just entered was none other than Tristan Delaney. He walked to the front and ordered a tea from the NPC waitress, who poured it right away. I scowled at how fast he was served and glared at him from afar. I stared at him the entire time he waited, practically burning a hole through the back of his head. Once he was handed his drink and was about to leave he was stopped again and handed another mug. The waitress pointed directly at me and scurried away to make more beverages. I could tell by the whipped cream and the delicate chocolate drizzle on top that the drink was mine. He was holding my drink. For a moment I contemplated whether or not to get it from him, did I really want to confront him right now? Obviously I wanted it and was angry about it but did I really want to waste my time bantering with him? I pursed my lips and sat back in my chair, he was suddenly coming over. As Tristan walked towards me another player opened the door to the shop. This player however didn't close the door, leaving it open and letting the cold air rush into the space. The cold air filled the room before the startled NPC ran over to the door to close it. I leaned forward, glaring at Tristan as he placed my hot chocolate on the table and sat down. "Why-" I was cut off by his sudden hand movement, telling me to let him speak before becoming violent. This one statement from him got me so upset for no reason. I hadn't seen him in awhile and that's the first thing he says? Though I would be a lot more careless I would have at least said a greeting. I slapped at his hand, still telling me not to speak and kicked my foot under the table as hard as I could. "Actions speak louder than words. And since you don't want me to speak, I'll act." I gave him a hard look, not even smirking at my clever speech. 

With an impatient sigh I tapped my fingers along the wooden table in front of me. The hot chocolate I had ordered ten minutes ago was still not here. This situation would be normal if the place was crowded, but, it wasn't. Only four other players occupied the other tables, which was only out of twelve other seats in the cafe. I sat near the front by the big glass windows. It wasn't my ideal location but since the other players decided to sit where I wanted to this was my only other choice. I didn't like the table I was at because of how exposed I was. The windows made it so that you could see the entire shop and everyone inside with just one glance. I didn't like the idea of people staring at me outside but I had heard good reports of the hot chocolate sold here. Apparently it was the best in Aincrad's Floor 4. Even with high hopes I was displeased with the amount of time it took to make just one. I peered over in my chair to see if any progress had been made on my drink. Disappointment settled in me when I saw the shop owner was still carefully heating the water and milk. My eyes shifted from the owner to the window, revealing the snowy town of Floor 4. 

I shifted in my chair and crossed one leg over the other as I stared. Something was unsettling right now. I couldn't quite explain it but something was off. It was just starting to get dark in the town but strangely nothing seemed to change. It was like everyone carried out their duties the same, no matter how light it was outside. I kept staring at the continuously falling snow until I heard the bell above the door chime, another customer. 

WHERE IS THIS? IS IT ANOTHER WEBSITE BY ERRON?

I Kiru, hereby, Decline being Salty or annoyed at anytime in the season and no Col losses or anything of that sort will not be held against Zelrius or Ssendom (Or anyone else except for yourself) or claim them accountable.

Floor 1, it had been awhile since my last visit. I had been on Floor 3 for quite some time and it was nice but I needed a break from it all. I needed to go back where I started. It was strange but as we cleared more floors, the more crowded Floor 1 became. It was sickening to know that we were out there fighting bosses while they were just learning to fight or trying to live normally in this game. There wasn't a way to live normally in Aincrad. It was either you were advanced or just weak. And mostly everyone that inhabited this floor was just that. So, I stretched my hands to the sky and sighed. Today was going to be a long day full of my judging everyone and everyone here.

I heard shouting ahead of me, and to be honest it was very annoying. I couldn't deal with that right now, it would be just too irritating. I decided to turn away from the noise but I caught a glimpse of striking blonde hair and a clean tuxedo. I knew right away that it could be none other than Zelrius but the fact that he was on the first floor confused me. Why would someone like him be on this floor in the first place? Then again I was also wandering this field as well. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked towards the male player. Standing next to him were three players. With the exception of one calm player, the others seemed upset. From this distance even I could tell that something was up because of the facial expressions and body movements. They were mad at Zel. The moment the smaller girl poked him and got into face, screaming, I sighed. I knew that this wouldn't end well. For a moment, he did nothing. I was almost convinced that he controlled himself until something else happened. Out of nowhere, Zelrius went for a handshake but quickly dropped to the grass and tripped the girl all in one solid movement. The moment it was over I began to laugh, to me this was hilarious. Zel wasn't the one to get into trouble per say but he was quite the egotistical guy, and it was often a challenge to deal with him if you weren't close in relations. 

As I got closer I caught the end of their conversation and managed to get the gist of why they weren't all warm and cuddly towards him. Zelrius most likely flaunted his level and called them weak. I chuckled under my breath, knowing I too did this. I rose a hand to wave a Zelrius but suddenly the girl turned away and bumped into me. Though she was holding someone else's hand she didn't seem very stable. I glared at her, practically shooting daggers at her. My mood went from excited to irritated in a split second. All it took was one careless movement of this young girl to ruin the moment. I crossed my arms and looked from her to the male. "Please find another person to bump into because I am quite certain that I am not a player to mess with. Also, I would advise you not to speak with Zelrius that way. As you just experienced he isn't a very patient person, he likes things to keep moving and get done. Though I thoroughly enjoyed you touching me I prefer it not to happen again. Who knows, maybe next time I'll accidentally be armed or something..." I said, venom dripping in my tone. The older player seemed to calm and collected. The thing about him that caught my attention was his hair. I grinned a little and raised an eyebrow at Zel. 

Didn't we already have something like this earlier in the year or late last year? Like a big competition? 

I wanna be in this....sounds fun~

On the contrary if you are a PK Hunter you'll soon be an orange player, meaning you can also be attacked just as easily. ^~^

'Salty." xDD

Orrrrr they could just die after being hit once with a sword. I'm serious because some people would just straight up kill you haha. 

It's already been a plot! A boy named Keith and a girl named Kiru (me) hunted down Player Killers. Except Keith and I weren't "low-leveled players running around into trouble." We definitely were a high enough level for the job. And I hate to break it to you but the job isn't a very popular one. You see, it's quite dangerous IC. Anyways good luck with this idea! 

Hello. I would not suggest attempting to surpass Zelrius, many have tried and most have either died or left the site by now. (I'm still here and trying to but ya know Zel could kill me and everyone else on the site if he wanted..) As he said, quality over quantity. It doesn't matter how many times you post a day, all that matters is the content. No one will want to roleplay with someone who write only three lines in each post. Preferably I like to write in detail and explain the setting. So level up high as you want but keep in mind that you are here to write and have fun. 

Also, I am a PK hunter, I hunt MAvericks down and kill them. (I haven't killed anyone because my partner did that part IC.) I see no need for an actual guild solely for PK hunting. It's more like an unwritten occupation to have. Really, I either keep it a secret IC or threaten people with it xD 

Another thing. This is what MAri told Kiru one time: "You aren't doing justice, you're doing exactly what they did. Killing. " Or at least that was the gist of it. Hope this helped, hope to see a fellow PK hunter in SAO~~

I straightened my back by and crossed my arms after looking at around the room. My eyes traced everyone's faces, seeing if it was a shock to see me fall or if they were laughing at me. Throughout my entire time here I hadn't embarassed myself this much before. Occasionally I would make a fool of myself or Keith would do something funny but it was eventually forotten. This incident however was in front of the people that Zelrius had called forth, the strongest of Aincrad. Everyone saw my stumble but only one person had responded to it, and it was Zel. The reaction I got from him wasn't one I thought I would get. I didn't expect him to chuckle at my lack of balance, or even congratulate me. If anything I thought I would get a snicker. Though seeing how we were closer friends I guess the way we spoke about and to one another would be different. The chuckle wasn't the only thing I caught though, it was the "Kiru Yudai" part of his speech. He knew that Keith and I never had the chance to have a proper ceremony before he disappeared but he called me by the last name of Yudai. Blood rushed to my face, and a smile appeared. It was the small things that Zelrius did for me that made the biggest impact. Simply returning a hug or calling me by his name made me feel a whole lot better, it even made me forget what I was here for. "Yes, I have been the most graceful since the beginning, no one can beat me at entrances either." I said, beaming with a small smile. 

My falling entrance was forgotten instantly and the smile on my face slowly disappeared when Zelrius stated the last person we waited for. The moment he said the name of the player my face went pale. "Delaney?" I asked quietly, a pit forming in my stomach because of the name just mentioned. "Oh no...please don't tell me..." Thoughts began to race through my head, he couldn't be meaning Tristan. Surely it was someone else. As soon as I thought of the red haired male Zelrius welcomed another person. Slowly I turned around and made eye contact with none other than Tristan Delaney. 

The memories of Tristan ran through my head, out of control. Going to eat somewhere fancy, punching him, kneeing him in the gut, yelling, and worst of all the crying. Seeing him pick up Lessa at Celes' grandmastering party was the final straw. At that moment I felt my already closed off heart shatter. At the time I was dramatic but now I just resented him. He didn't even apologize or talk to me after that night, he disappeared. It took awhile for me to go back to normal considering that I had let someone in on my personal life for it only to be trample and thrown away. To make things worse, I still had something of his. I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them in the first place and stormed over to Tristan. As soon as I stood in front of him I scrolled through my inventory and selected an item. Surely he would knew exactly what it was. The Hoya of Minos. I held the golden necklace out to him and glared, shooting daggers with my eyes. "I'll have you know that I did not enjoy holding onto this for such a long time. I should have thrown it off the edge of Aincrad. So here." I said, thrusting the pendant forward until it was touching him. 

I continued to walk, avoiding eye contact with anyone. I was often told that I never smiled, that I always scowled. Obviously I didn't care but right now I didn't have the time nor energy to fully glare at someone if needed. I walked through the town, slower than usual, until I saw the massive tower. The tall metal structure wasn't a very pretty thing to look at but once I was up there everything would change. The view would be magnificent, the people would be tiny and unnoticeable, and the town would be no more. The only thing up there would be me, alone to think about Keith. A smile crept along my face as I paused to examine it. Based on the height it would be a pain to climb all the way up the stairs. Even that in mind I closed my eyes and turned to my right. The first thing I laid eyes on was no one other than Rusty. He was staring at me. I swallowed and tightened my ponytail. Instead of glaring I kept a straight face and raised my eyebrows at him as if I were to be saying "What?" 

After a few moments of staring I clenched my hands into fists and walked over to Rusty. He wasn't my enemy per say but I wouldn't really call him a friend either. I could sympathize for him, with him, but there was no real relationship established between him and I. I sighed and sat down next to him. Normally I wouldn't give anyone the light of day, approach them for the matter, but tonight was different. Rusty and I had met when he and a few others interuppted my thoughts. It wasn't pleasant at the time to be disturbed but now I was a bit more calm with him. Without really thinking I turned to look at his face. "Oi, wanna go up there with me?" I pointed up to the top of the tower. "It's a pretty nice view, like the ocean but orange. Think of it as an ocean of flames..." I chuckled slightly and wiped the sweat off my forehead. 

Name: Kiru
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Journal Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/1724-kiru-the-laughing-killer/(My sig is more of a help than my journal)

Background Color: Blue, black and white. Basically the same color shade that appear in Kiru's pictures. 

Redacted lol

For the house would we be able to share one, like live with another person?

Also I see the issue with earning like 5,000 col because of your profession. I wild say it should be handled by NPCs but that would cause problems as well. I suggest having a general store again controlled by a GM. All the profits would just go into the air lol.

It would be pretty cool to have a profession for making furniture though!!

As my body materialized in front of the telepoartation gate I was greeted by an unwanted rush of heat. "Floor 9..." I said with a disgusted tone. Out of all the floors in Aincrad this was probably one of my least favorite places to come. For obvious reasons I was constantly irritated by this specific floor. First of all it was hot. Not just in the day time but at night as well even though the sun was not present. I traveled up to this floor twice and I hated both of my times due to the blistering heat beaming upon my ghostly pale skin. Not only that but there was a lack of newer players, so the stuck up high leveled players like myself were always occupying this floor and taking advantage of everything around. Yes, there are powerful people running around up here but most of them either got in my way or were too rude for me to handle. The last reason why this place wasn't my favorite is the architecture; all metal suspended above a volcano. It was plain, nothing beautiful to it really. If there wasn't anything here I liked then I wouldn't come all this way, but there was one thing that always intrigued me. During the night time in the town I liked to go to a tall building, sit on the roof and look down at the lava below. I would alternate between sleeping, staring at the molten rocks, and mostly stargazing. This had become a routine for me ever since Keith disappeared. He loved looking at the stars, and now so did I.

I wiped the small formation of sweat from my palms onto my clothes. I altered my appearance before coming to Floor 9 so I wouldn't burn to death like last time. Instead of a dress and such I wore a pair of shorts and a regular undershirt with no sleeves. Under my shorts I had on a pair of black tights with my same boots. I had no armor on and my dagger was stashed away in my inventory. I didn't like being armed when I had no where to actually put my weapons. The biggest change though way my hair. It was in a ponytail, pushing all of my hair out of my face and eyes. The white and black half's equally mixed and pulled into a sleek hair tie. After wiping the back of my hands I stepped forward and began walking through the town towards the center. The highest building rose above all the others, just by a few feet though. From a distance I heard laughing but ignored it and pushed further.

I was relieved when even X wasn't dumb enough to duel me right now, he would surely lose. Even in my state of loss I could still fend off a few players. In the mood I was in currently I could probably kill them without giving a second glance. But of course there were always select few that I could not defeat no matter how hard I tried. I chuckled silently at the thought of me taking on Vile. He wouldn't be an easy opponent but the outcome would be certain; I'd die. This guy was too strong for Keith even. Vile knew this though and always enjoyed screwing with Keith, sending people to kill him. When I came into the picture and was seen with Keith all the time my life was threatened as well. It was quite annoying to say the least but it got us closer to our enemy. A few days before Keith's disappearance I was just steps away from confronting Vile. I needed to talk to him and if it came down to it, kill him. Only, Keith physically stopped me from getting within ten feet of his hideout. At the time I thought he was just scared and being a coward, but now I knew that he was only protecting me from going in headstrong. Part of me wants to continue to respect his wishes and not ever go back there but, the other side of my wanted to march down there and demand to know where Keith was, if Vile had killed him, and of course to kill him. This wasn't the time to space out and contemplate that though, I was still around X, Oikawa, and Kotori. Hikoru seemed to have lefts me eyes while I was thinking. 

I didn't even bother asking what happened just now, I was paying any attention. Instead I made my own conclusion based off of the players in front of me. Kotori looking at Oikawa the way Keith used to look at me, X joking around, and Oikawa with a certain look in his eyes. Just as I looked at Oikawa, he spoke. "I won't lose anything more Oikawa. Thank you, and I'll tell him that you said hi as well." I stated. "Oh...and Oikawa?" I started, finding my words. "IF I don't find him, which won't happen because he's out there, I'll be happy to mentor you..." After finishing my sentence I spun in the opposite direction and walked off, exiting the scene. 

"That was an unnecessarily long waste of my time..."

-Kiru leaves the RP.-

I took my hands out of my pockets and leaned forward, examining my feet as he spoke. This was mostly to hide my face from Zelrius. It was a strange thing to do but I truly did respect him, and thought of him as a friend. Him seeing me as the mess I was just wasn't going to satisfy me right now. If he said anything about it I would become ashamed as well. I Judging from his tuxedo and fresh face, he wasn't changing his normal schedule. From his clear speech and arrogant smile I could tell that Zelrius was handling this a little bit better than I was. I tugged the scarf around my mouth and nose and looked up at Zel while nodding. "You're right. If he's out there, and I know he is, then we should get going before he gets too far from humanity." I spoke, my words a little bit muffled due to the mask of fabric. I took in a deep breath and thought about what the blonde boy had just said to me, about his absence. He literally disappeared off the edge of Aincrad without a trace, leaving Keith and I to believe that he died. Now that he was back, spending his precious time to help me search for Keith, I could understand what he was getting at. The more time you spend away from something, the less you miss it. "I understand. The more time I spent out the towns and safezones, the more I realized that I actually hated towns, as the annoyed me to the point of leaving as soon as I dealt with my business." 

After a few moments of silence I looked up, raising my eyebrows a little bit. The never ending chain of snow continued to fall around us, not piling up of stopping. This occurred to me before but the snow was always constant. Everything else moved, changed, evolved, but the snow stayed the same, falling forever without an end. In a way, the snow was like me. I stayed the same while everyone around me seemed to have moved on. Ariel had her own guild now, Mari was the most feared player killer that couldn't be trusted, Arek was no where to be found, and the rest of Azure abandoned the rest of us. Yet, I stayed the same. Sarcastic, egotistical, rude, strong, mean girl that everyone avoided because of my spoiled attitude. But that didn't bother me. In fact, I preferred they stayed away. I chuckled at myself for getting way off topic. My laughing soon turned into a cough. 

After recovering from my small coughing fit I stuck my hand out, motioning for Zelrius to being the hunt. "Lead the way Zel." I said quietly and prepared to follow him wherever he went. 

I am starting to question the ability of the shippers. And btw, the ship name for Mari and Kiru was Maru, I thought it was at least lol.

Kiru and her ego are canon already. :3333

Keiru ftw

Tristan X Kiru's dagger 

Tristan's face X Kiru's fist...again. 

From behind me I could hear the pattering of tiny footsteps, Maruchan was back. He didn't bring back popcorn though, too bad for X. The dog went to where X was in the tree and gave him whatever snack he snatched in the town. For a moment he sat there, praising the dog quietly. I scoffed when he began yelling at Oikawa again, he was really getting annoying now. This kid had no idea what a mute button was. I rolled my eyes and called up to him. "X, stop trying to instigate a fight, your'e gonna get hurt. But, if you really want one come down here and strike me." I said, half meaning it, but half joking. This could go one of two ways, he actually does come down or he stays there and laughs about it. Hopefully the latter. Following his little joke he became serious in the blink of an eye, saying that he and Maruchan would find Keith. I nodded slowly and bit my lip, thinking of Keith again.

My memories were soon interuppted by Hikoru. Up until now he was frozen, unable to move due to the chaos. That suddenly changed when he pointed a finger at me, widened eyes. As soon as he mentioned Mari I frowned. "Apparently I came late to the scene because from what saw everyone there was about to kill her. I did act violently and hurt some people but at the time Mari and I were close. If you saw a friend being attacked you wouldn't stand there and question it, you'd just jump in and start stabbing. That has changed now, so you don't really have to fear me in that sense." I said, remembering that day. Oh...what a time I had. First I attacked Daeron, started a brawl, then Mari got a little to close to me and made me pass out. It wasn't something I wanted to remember, and it definitely wasn't something I wanted other people to remember. It was just one of those things that needed to be buried or left unspoken. "Nope, I'd freak out if I saw Mari...well I wouldn't freak out...I'd probably turn in the other direction. But yeah.." I then looked at Kotori, who was now yelling at X. I sighed, yet another person to not like X. After she finished her little tantrum Oikawa suppressed her in an embrace. Just seeing the way he held Kotori made my heart yearn for Keith. I had gone almost a week without being genuinely hugged by anyone except Zerlius, and if I do say so myself it was getting lonely. I cleared my throat and looked away from them. 

I had delayed responding to the invitation or heading in the general direction of the meeting. Instead I sat, one leg gracefully tucked behind another at my seat while drinking a glass of water. Since this was Floor 8 I decided upon ordering a water instead of a hot chocolate. Getting a hot drink would not only make me feel hotter than I already was but give me a stomach ache. For obvious reasons, water was the best choice. With the water I also was eating yet another piece of bread I found in my inventory. For the past few days it seemed that all I had consumed was bread, but that wasn't true. I ate a sandwich at a cafe on Floor 2 yesterday. I guess it was still some sort of bread but still, I didn't only eat one thing. Along with my meals, my appearance didn't change that much either. My hair was neatly combed and I was wearing different clothes but overall I looked the same. 

My eyes slowly drifted from the window to my open HUD, then to the time. According to the clock I had been avoiding leaving my place for exactly twenty-two minutes now. I sighed, knowing I couldn't avoid this meeting, I could tell it was important. I took one last sip of my water and stood up from the table in silence. I walked to the front of the small cafe. Before exiting the building I read over the message again and took a look at Zel's cursor, he was farther than I anticipated. I let out a groan of annoyance and dragged my feet out the door. Once outside I was greeted by the blistering heat and the way too bright sun that hung over the town. Being exposed to such a big mass of light after being secluded in a not very well lit cafe caused me to sneeze. I frowned and placed a hand over my eyes to serve as a shield from the sun. I looked left, then right, then turned left and weaved through the town, through alleys and small openings in the wall. I continued to walk with absolutely no motivation until I was well out of the town. For then next thirty minutes I treaded in the harshly paved walkway towards Zelrius' location.

When I finally reached the building where the PM directed me to I could tell from the noises resonating from insider that there were other people here as well. Knowing Zelrius I had a general knowledge of who would be in there but I also had no idea who he trusted enough to discuss something with. I placed a hand on the door, took in a deep breath and pushed it open. I stood in the doorway and looked at Zel, he was easy enough to spot. "Hey Zel-" My greeting was cut off by a sudden sneeze, stupid light. "Excuse me," I said, unimpressed at my entrance, "as I was saying...hello Zelrius." I took a step forward into the doorway, unaware of the uneven stone in the room. The front of my boot caught the edge of it and I was sent forward towards the table. Luckily I caught myself in mid-fall and balanced myself on one of the chairs. I stood up immediately and straightened myself, clearing my throat in the process. "So, anyone else we're waiting for or can we begin?" I asked, finally scanning the room to see who exactly just witnessed not just one, but two embarrassing moments. I recognize everyone that stood before Zel. Ariel, Calrex, and Rebekah. Ariel, who insisted on calling me "neechan" was also an ex-brigader, meaning she was worthy of whatever Zelrius had in mind. Calrex, who was the first one to come to my aid when I was crying. Rebekah...I didn't really know what to think of her, she was extremely seclusive and didn't give off the vibe of being weak. I swallowed and stared at Zelrius, whom I had the strongest bond with. Surely he would speak up.