Cordelia

Crazy was a huge understatement, really. A really big one. 

She was. . . insane? She was pretty sure that would be something that people would call her if they ever found out what she truly wanted. What she truly and desperately needed to happen; 

Stay in the game.

She almost let out a defeated sigh. Society sucks. She hated it sometimes. Well, she hated it all the time, really. She was pretty sure that no one out there actually liked society even though they are a part of it.

But hey, if you ever find anyone who actually likes society, be sure to give her a call, because she was going to pound their damn face in.

Like, seriously!

How could one love something so judgemental and. . .  and. . . and, well. Judgmental! Society sucked and everyone knew it. But no one ever really tries to make a change in it, because, well, it’s freaking society!

She was scared. Scared that this was all just some kind of sick dream that God had put her up with and she’ll wake up the next day to the same boring life she once had. Cordelia huffed her knees together and sighed almost depressingly.

She didn’t want to go back. She sounded sick when she thought about it but she really didn’t. She was. . . so lonely. So depressed. Nothing ever made her happy in the real world, but in here. In Aincrad. She was happy. She made friends. She made enemies— though it wasn’t an entirely bad thing to her— and of course, she was free. Free to wear what she wanted to wear. Free to talk when she wanted to talk. Free to do what she wanted to do.

She would rather die in the hands of Kayaba than to have to go back to the wretched place she used to call home.

Maybe she really was going crazy after all.

She felt excited. More excited than she’s been in a while.

There were so many choices to choose from. To color, to hair length, to the way she wanted to style it!

She wanted something unique. Perhaps an abnormal color would be a good idea, then! Blue? No, it wouldn’t fit her. Red would make her seem like a hot head. Purple was exactly the opposite of what she wanted. Green. . . we don’t talk about green. Perhaps, white? Did it not resemble cleansing and newness? Maybe she should do white. She was becoming a whole new person, so it would be the perfect color. As for hair length. . . She definitely needed to cut her hair. She definitely didn’t want some kind of bob or pixie cut, though, it wouldn’t look well with her slim frame. Well, her hair right now was more than waist length. . .

Perhaps just above the shoulders?

She giggled to herself as she thought more about it.

Man. She just felt. . . so free. She was never allowed to make decisions like this by herself and now she finally can. Just a little taste of freedom can be so addictive. She needed to limit herself, though.

She knew how freedom can turn a person’s personality completely upside down, and she didn’t want that. Just like some kind of drug, freedom has to be limited. 

Her hands fell down to her sides as she smiled happily to nowhere and no one. 

She was just happy that she was finally her own person now. Who knows how long this world will last, but she wanted to cherish every single part of it. 

It wasn’t going anywhere for now. So. . . she sighed and leaned her head to the side so that it was propped up by a white marble pillar. . . she can just enjoy it for a little bit.

She really didn’t know why she hadn’t had this idea a while ago! Her hair had always. . . bothered her. Perhaps it was because her parent’s defiance on getting anything else. She never cut her hair unless it was really necessary, but here, she could do whatever the heck she wanted! 

Yes! That was going to be her plan! After she kills just a couple more zombies, she’ll run to the nearest alchemist and get one of those weird potions that can change your hair color, and she’s sure that she can find a pair of scissors somewhere. How hard can it possibly be to just dye your hair and cut it? 

It is a new era, my friends! A whole new weapon, a whole new Cordelia! This. . . today is the day she will be a whole new person. . ! Well, physically at least. She doesn’t know if her personality was really a problem. . .

She sighed as she tapped her slender fingers against the marble ground. Yeah, this was a boring dream.

Like, hell!

She hasn’t had one of these in a long, long, long while. Perhaps she could, like, finally think! Her daily routine never really involved her actually thinking as much as she really thought she was. It was usually just. . . wake up, go do some quests or hunt— something like that, maybe have a bite to eat if she’s near a cafe, and then go back to sleep! 

Pretty boring, huh?

She sighed and leaned her head against the wall. She needs to spice up her life a little bit. She needs something different. 

She clapped her hands together as she thought of something new. She was going to do something with her hair!

It was a rear idea! It had always been getting in the way of her fighting and she needed something new! Good job, Amara!

Who knows how long she was going to get stuck in the halls for as well.

There were days where it felt like a few seconds and then there were days where it felt like years. Her brain her dirty, yes it did. 

She sighed and leaned her back against the wall. Frick, she didn’t want to walk anymore. She was too lazy to walk at the moment. Who knows, maybe she was fighting ruthlessly right now. Who knows, maybe she filled the quota for the zombie amount, already!

That would be really incredible. 

But it could also be highly probable. Sometimes, her mind just went blank when she was fighting. She wasn’t really sure if that was a normal thing to do when you’re being bombarded by multiple zombies, but hey, if it works, it works.

As long as she was alive and slaying a couple of zombies, she was all good with it.

The girl sighed as her feet made an impact with the cold, solid ground. She hated how realistic her dreams were. It kind of kicked her in the ass sometimes.

The girl looked down to see she was in some kind of silky soft nightdress, to which she-- very loudly-- groaned to. She hated wearing these things. It made her feel so. . . bare. 

“Ugh, screw this. I might as well eat something in this,” she made quotes with her hands as she exited her large room, “wonderful dream I’m having.”

Her bare feet softly walked down the hardwood steps of her abnormally large house- or rather, her parent’s. 

“Maybe there’ll be some servants here today,” she sighed, trailing her fingers down the smooth railing. Some days, there were a minimal amount of people in her dreams, in others, it’d be completely empty, and on the worst days, there’d be too much people.

Time seemed to slow down as Cordelia’s thoughts drifted off.

Perhaps she was having some. . . flashbacks?

Cordelia blinked as she woke up. “What-” She mumbled, looking down. Oh wow. This was a big bed. When did her bed get this big-

“Oh, no. No!” She screeched, kicking away the covers with her feet. “No, no, no! God, I refuse to be here! Let me out, God damn it!” She hissed, balling her fists together.

Oh, boy, she was in her old room. What freaking fun. She just couldn’t wait to just. . . relive this all over again, haha!

This almost felt like a routine for her. It wasn’t rare for her to dream like this. Or in this case, daydream. The girl sighed as she slipped off of the comfortable bed. Out of all the things she missed in the real world, it was probably this bed.

Wait, was she just repeating herself now? She was, wasn’t she?

Oh God, she was going insane! She was repeating herself . . . there it was again!

Her ears perked as a snarling sound echoed through the barren land around her.

“Oh, no. No, no, no!” She screamed, unsheathing her katana a once again as her neck rapidly whirled around to find where it was coming from. “No, no, no! I am not going to do it anymore! No more!” She screeched, her eyes locking on to the white-gray ones of a single zombie.

“They you are, you little bastard!” She grumbled, launching her katana straight at it, and also silently hoping for it to hit.

Splick!

“God, I can finally rest in peace now,” she muttered, her body falling back on to the rocky surface of . . . the rock.

Her brain was her personal alarm clock, anyway.

FLOOR 12:

Cordelia: H: 0 | HP: 460/460 | EN: 45/46 | 9 DMG | 3 EVA | 1 SAVVY | 2 KEEN | 2 ACC | 2 BLD

ID: 125907
BD: 3+2=5, Miss
MD: 4-3=1, Miss [+1 ACC]

Giant Crocodile: HP: 600/600 | 70 DMG

Cordelia beamed as she clapped her hands together. "Pleasure to meet you, Yukiro. The name's Cordelia!" 

The girl scratched the side of her face and shrugged with a sheepish expression. "I don't know. Hunting alone is really boring, and I don't have many friends in my skill range, most of them are higher than me, but I'll get there soon! Plus, you guys look like you have never hunted before so I'll be killing two birds with one stone," she said bluntly with a small smile.  

"It'd be awesome if you guys could help me hunt, but I'm pretty the mobs that I hunt are going to one-shot you two, and it'd be a real shame if I was responsible for the death of two newbies . . ." she muttered, crossing her arms with a small frown. "I'll get a bad reputation before I even reach the front lines, so uh, don't die!"

Cordelia raised a brow at the other player's . . . weird behavior, but didn't pay much mind to it. "Pleasure to meet you, too,  Elio."

She turned her head so that she was face both of them and tilted her head with a grin. "So, are you two in or what?"

Cordelia hummed as she hopped off her chair. 

“I’ll take that, thank you,” she chirped, swiping the tray of drinks away from the waiter with an innocent smile. 

What? 

Awe, come on, she just wanted to help some fellow newbies out! Don’t give her that look!

Dropping the tray of drinks on the table in front of them, Cordelia crossed her arms and smiled sweetly at the strangers. 

Poor Pacco didn’t even know what was going on-

“So I take it that you two are . . .” she paused, scratching her chin. Nah, she could be blunt whenever the hell she wanted! “. . .  pretty low leveled. Judging by your lack in . . . better quality gear and all.”

“So I am going to make you two an offer! I’ve been terribly lazy for the past few days and I need someone to come hunting with me! Well, not really with me, but I’m far too lazy to actually go hunting alone, so you two can just watch. It would kind of suck if you were to die today.”

Yep-- this is how you make friends, folks!

i accept thanks u

Cordelia hummed to herself as she stirred around her coffee. What? She needed her morning coffee! How could one possibly expect her to just . . . go a day without coffee? 

Impossible! 

The blonde girl frowned to herself and let out a heavy sigh. She has to get over this addiction one day. It wasn’t going to be healthy for her . . . plus her pockets were going to empty soon enough with the excessive amount of coffee she had been drinking. 

Pacco jumped on her shoulder as the clatter of a cup rattled through the ‘relatively’ quiet cafe. 

“What, a scaredy-cat,” she snickered, smiling softly to her familiar before craning her head to see what exactly was going on. 

Well, to say it was an interesting event was an understatement. A very big understatement. She sighed and turned her head back to her coffee. Man, the first floor was getting more and more boring every day.

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Wait, was she just repeating herself now? She was, wasn’t she?

Oh God, she was going insane! She was repeating herself . . . there it was again!

Her ears perked as a snarling sound echoed through the barren land around her.

“Oh, no. No, no, no!” She screamed, unsheathing her katana a once again as her neck rapidly whirled around to find where it was coming from. “No, no, no! I am not going to do it anymore! No more!” She screeched, her eyes locking on to the white-gray ones of a single zombie.

“They you are, you little bastard!” She grumbled, launching her katana straight at it, and also silently hoping for it to hit.

Splick!

“God, I can finally rest in peace now,” she muttered, her body falling back on to the rocky surface of . . . the rock.

Her brain was her personal alarm clock, anyway.

combat

Cordelia screamed out loud when she felt a huge amount of energy leave her body. Her legs felt wobbly as she leaned against her katana, all of the zombies in the immediate area were gone or were on the verge of dying.

“Hooray . . .” she muttered, fist bumping the area as she grinned tiredly. Man, she really needed a nap. Honestly, that rock looked like the best damn bed she had ever seen in her life right now.

Maybe if she could just take a few hours . . . the event would still be going on. Right?

Yeah, yeah.

She climbed on top of the rock and mumbled sleepily. Yeah . . . the rock was certainly comfortable. 

Like, actually. It felt like literal heaven to her. The things sleep do to people, right?

She was barely grasping her sanity right now, much less her sleep. Maybe she was . . . maybe she was really going crazy.

combat

The blonde girl growled under her shallow breaths as she only managed to knock out one of the fourth zombies . . . again. Man, what a waste of pure good energy! It doesn’t come back easily, y’know! She really, really, really wished that they gave some kind of consumable to make your energy-- oh wait, they did.

Well, they didn’t do a very good job at making it . . . y’know, fair. Damn you, Kayaba. First you curse her with this stupid limited supply of energy and then you expect her to kill at least one hundred zombies in a span of time less than a day? She called absolute bullshi--

Wait a minute!

Was she giving up?

Especially when there was a perfectly good-- literally the most perfect-- weapon waiting for her? She wasn’t going to let that slide away so easily! No, no, not this lady!

combat

As soon as she saw a group of zombies, a spark of fire lit up in her eyes.

“Alrighty. Let’s get on it!” She giggled, leaping into the air gracefully, almost as if she was a ballerina. She was just above the zombies when she tilted her katana down and delivered a round of Amatsu no Homura, slicing through most of the zombies right in half.

Cordelia landed on her feet softly and cackled. Man, she was going crazy. This all seemed too cliche. How odd. 

“You’re going to really get it now, you stupid sack of meat!” She grinned, pointing her katana at the one remaining zombie. She really, really, really, really was going crazy, huh? Maybe everyone in SAO was bound to go insane eventually. Well, she made about two years, that was good enough for her! She lasted longer than most people, so that was an achievement in itself!

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