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[discard]

[That sounds so bizarre... Leon's not completely unaware of the strange effects that ViViD can have, but it still surprises him every single day.]

Ah, I see... In that case, it likely doesn't make sense to travel together at all. [Since Leon definitely has no intentions of running through a swamp, oops... don't just abandon people, Leon!!]

[faceplate]

[ zero stops in their tracks just as korra speaks. ]

A level must end. Usually with a battle. Probably, a boss.

[faceplate]

I didn't have too many choices. Look at these—a tough decision.

[ they raise both hands, as if shrugging. seriously, look at all this crappy health drinks. ]

[faceplate]

[ zero doesn't respond verbally to that at all, just tilts slightly forward.

the front of their mask is entirely unpenetrated by light. but zero is looking at him, even if he can't tell. ]

[corona]

Ah, well, you don't have to worry about that. [ She giggles to herself, never once entertaining the idea that she might be embarrassing Armin or anything. ] We tried that. [ with a sigh ] Actually we tried a lot of things...

Hm.

[ THIS IS NOT REASSURING ]

Anyway. Nothing worked. The potions were the only way out. Mine was - disorienting... [ Ugh, best not to remember, it'll induce acid flashbacks. ]

[4th]

[ indeed, there's not telling if they're truly looking at him, but munakata still feels like he's being watched. it's eerie, to say the least. still, munakata remains unfazed. ]

That's not quite fair, is it? That you can see me completely, and yet I may never know what you are.

[poiseonous]

Of course.

[Trying to give this squirrely kid a reassuring smile, because it seems like he might need it... But!! After that, Kaoru will just swipe a hand across the air, which pulls up the holographic panel of options that players have.

And of course, the log-out feature is currently greyed out and disabled.]

...Well, this is normally the button that you would use to leave. You simply need to press it, like this, even if it doesn't feel solid. That's enough to take you out of the simulation. Ah, but there are other ways to exit even when this is disabled... You'll find that it's like this every time we're drawn into Vivid without warning.

[Which definitely happens more frequently than Kaoru wishes it did.]

[zerotohiro]

[Given the fact that they're almost a foot and a half taller than Hiro is, the intimidating factor works a little bit. Hiro doesn't exactly back down but his expression slips into something a little more worried the moment they stop to stare down at him.]

I've had a few months to adjust. Can't be good at my job if I can't adapt, can I? [He sounds mostly sure of himself, but he has a feeling that may not fly so well with them.] Some of the code they revive isn't equip with a ton of skill.

[braavado]

Aaand I guess that's what we're looking for now. [Korra scans the swampy surroundings dubiously, then offers him a casual grin.]

I'm Korra, by the way. Might as well introduce ourselves if we're going to be fighting something together. Apparently.

[flownsolo]

[ His gesture is enough to stop her in her tracks, only then he isn't where she thought he was; he's ahead of her falling into the mud. She has to splash to catch up, feeling slow and clumsy by comparison, and by the time she's made it to his side again she has an inkling that she'd actually made the situation worse. She's never seen anything quite like that.

Is he crying? ]

Are you, uh- are you alright? [ She gives him a wider berth, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his shoulder. ]

[faceplate]

[ zero pauses for a moment longer. ]

Should I be sorry? [ there's some sass there. ] It's my job to be obscure. I am mystery.

[faceplate]

[ zero makes a considering sound, crackly and slightly distorted through their helmet. they rock back on their heels, straightening up once more. ]

What job?

[faceplate]

[ korra. zero stores that away, dipping their head in a nod. ]

Zero.

[ which probably explains the wealth of zeros on their shirt label. as for fighting something, the prospect seems to give them something to look forward to; zero starts walking a little more quickly toward a thicker patch of trees. ]

[imano]

Hehe, Mutsu-kun is a good sword... Sakamoto-san is a lucky guy for having you.

[ Yeah... the world- er, the universe is huge, isn't it. That must really excite Mutsu, since he's such an open fellow... Imanotsurugi can't exactly say he was a sword who was sheltered enough to make a good case for why the vastness is hard to wrap his head around, but he can blame things like age right? Or maybe his size? Ah well, maybe Mutsu will let him tag along in his adventures around this "world" sometime, so then it gets easier. An old sword looking up to a younger one... he's very okay with that.

As for right now... he's also decided to let his Sanjou pride go in favor of something nice like a ride with this warm-hearted uchigatana. Honestly it's very easy for him out of them all to let it go, he's fond of attention and pretty sleepy. Like a little kid, he holds up his arms. ]

It's weird out tonight, huh... I hope he isn't worried. But he also worries like it's a normal Haruji-sama's job to worry.

[goodtome]

Then they've covered ground in only one direction. That's too bad. Armin puzzles over it for a moment. "Continuing this way makes the most sense."

It's the opposite of where they began, and there's been nothing to indicate a change in direction would serve them best. Aside from that trap that's well behind them now, but it's far too late to right that mistake.

[goodtome]

[Whatever that stuff is, it gets in Armin's eyes. It stings, but he knows that can't be right. He knows that there's nothing really in his eyes either, for that matter. It still prevents him from getting a good look at his rescuer, no matter how he argues with himself that it isn't reasonable.

More running is the last thing Armin wants, but it's what he gets just the same. He stumbles along behind the stranger with only a quiet groan of protest. Whatever energy he has left needs to be channeled into more important things. Escaping death, perhaps.

Real or not, he isn't keen to find out what that feels like. So Armin allows himself to be lead away, panting and gasping unattractively, but all in one piece aside from his tired muscles and aching lungs. He can't quite gather the breath to thank his savior, but in spite of the groaning, he is grateful.]

[goodtome]

[If Armin had the breath he would sigh in relief. As it is he just nods. That's right!

When the beast drops, Armin closes his eyes and focuses on breathing. This stranger is strong, isn't he? Closing one's eyes on a battlefield of any sort isn't advisable for long, so Armin opens his again after a few breaths, this time to study his rescuer.
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He doesn't look even vaguely familiar, but the clothing he wears does. They must all be wearing something like this, then. Armin crosses his arms in front of himself self-consciously. This man is a little older, and well-muscled. In contrast Armin is sure he looks unimpressive. If only they'd been given a complete set of clothes...]

I'm unharmed. Thank you.

[goodtome]

I suppose not.

[It's disappointing, yes, but it's not without reason. What help can Armin offer if they're taken by surprise? Not much, half dressed and unarmed as he is.

Self preservation says that Armin ought to come up with something to tip this conversation back into a better direction. An old, familiar sensation of guilt at being useless in a situation is much louder. Consequently, Armin shuts his mouth and lets it drop at that. This has certainly been easy come, easy go, hasn't it?

Nearly, anyway. There's one thing to keep in mind. He points the direction they'd both apparently been heading, the direct opposite of where Armin himself had come from.]

I've been going that way. It seems to make the most sense.

[Make that nearly useless in the situation. He can offer that much in the way of advice, at least, if they're going to part ways soon.]

[goodtome]

It looked that way.

[It isn't fair to leave it at that, though, so Armin rubs at his side a little. His eyes are still cast sheepishly away.]

Mine didn't go down well either. I ran everywhere for a long while after, involunatrily.

[That's still not even, though, is it? He makes a face and coughs up something else embarrassing, an act that finally frees his eyes from his boots as he glances up to meet hers.]

I hate running.

[goodtome]

[Armin mimics the swiping gesture curiously, and examines the menu carefully. He listens at the same time, but it's obvious that he's concentrating harder than most people familiar with similar technology might.]

What are the other ways?

[goodtome]

[He's humiliated, honestly. It's a pathetic display, nothing to be proud of. He is grateful for the offer of help, the attempt even. The concern from a complete stranger. He feels like she must be a kind young woman. It makes him feel worse about the way he responds with something like a dry heave.

This isn't even real, he knows that. It's tough to convince his side to stop aching all the same. Armin nods, not sure how convincing it is now, but hoping to communicate that he's fine. Really. A little tired and embarrassed, but not injured or facing down any danger. He even musters up a wan smile, hoping that will be a reassurance. It takes him a few long moments to start to catch his breath.]

I made... a mistake. Drank something. Can't...stop. Running.

[poiseonous]

Finding a portal. That's the primary method of exiting, though at times we need outside sources to help remove us. [A beat, and then:] Moments like that are much, much rarer; portals are usually functional. They're a bit of a pain to reach in most cases, though. You'll find them on the opposite side of the field from where you first arrived very often, for example...

[Because CERES is full of butts, honestly. That said, since Kaoru's pretty observant:]

—I'm sorry, but may I ask if this is your first time handling technology like this?

[corona]

[ Okay she's sorry, she really is, but– ]

Pf-ppppffffttt. Ah. Sorry– Running? Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry. [ See.

Rapunzel, doing her best to smother laughter with an arm, shakes her head. ]

Still...! T-That's really brave of you. Sacrificing yourself in order to find a way out.

[canteatcurry]

There's a moment of hesitation, as Mika wonders whether or not he ought to listen to this guy at all. But he frankly doesn't have any better idea, and if Armin has some idea what he's doing it wouldn't hurt to take advantage of that, right? Whatever gets him out of here the fastest.

Not that he's even going to bother replying before starting off in the direction Armin picked.

[zerotohiro]

[What the--that's a strange sound, but one he can recognize. That's different.]

Being a hero. [He takes that job very seriously.] It's sort of been my personal mission since I got here to make sure people stay safe. [While simultaneously digging deeper into CERES to pick them apart, but details.]