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"Wooooooww" spoke zephyr slowly, enchanted by the atmosphere around him, stopping to take in the detail about what little they were seeing already.
Itsjeff laughed lightly. "Oh, don't go getting impressed yet, we purposefully came through a side route to let you see the best view of the city first."
Edgar chimed in with a somewhat too cheerful tone considering the message "Mind you, the critters in this area a re a bit tougher than those who hang around the main entrance. so keep your heads up or they might overwhelm you."
Mogar was quick to offer reassurance though. "Don't worry. If you bite off more than you can chew we'll step in and save you. The whole point of us being here is to save you guys the bulk of the long grinding and life/death cycle we had to go through."
It all may have gone over better if Kazu had not brought to mind a more prevalent point. "And either way, our party if overleveled for this area, just having us here will probably scare off the regular mobs who like to pick on new flesh."
"Trueeee." said Edgar pensively, which seemed to draw knowing and/or worried stares from the other jaegers.
"Anyways," cut in Itsjeff, eager to change the topic from whatever was setting the mad genius' gears turning, "like Lindsey said, we're not likely to actually come across much resistance, so let's head to the lookout first, and then to meet the whoever it was that dehlacreep wanted us to work for."
"Works for me!" agreed Mogar, and the other Jaegers nodded in approval.
Thus, the elder players led their new recruits down a side path and down a narrow alley way between two gray cobblestone buildings that they had to go in one by one. at the end there was a door that led into another building, some sort of fire escape at the back of a mysterious establishment. Filing in, he group was met with a wide stairwell with concrete walls and artificial lighting in the form of harvested stones that they had seen embedded in the architecture, arranged as torch-like light crystals mounted on the walls. The space now allowed the group to fall back in their rough formation with Kate and Zephyr following at the back, but with Kazu trailing along with them in case something did happen to sneak up behind the party. The remaining gents led the group up the stairwell, up several flights and past several more doors marking floor levels they could have entered in. This was the first time now that Zephyr became consciously aware of the intended differences programmed into his avatar state versus his actual body. He didn't consider himself particularly out of shape but neither was he an athlete, and yet here he was passing the 6th floor without so much as a laboured sigh. He looked to Kate and saw the same with her. He found himself thinking first that it was mildly jarring but then quickly settled into it when he realized how pointless simulating fatigue as part of the hypnosis in this kind of game would be, it was actually a smart game mechanic when he thought about it.
He was brought out of his consideration when the group stopped at what seemed to be the top floor, the unmarked 7th. Kazu turned to the two with an eager smile.
"Okay, so! This is the really cool part! But you two have to hold your hands over your eyes so you don't spoil the view when we step out! Me and Mogar will move you two in position, so be sure to keep your eyes covered until we tell you to look okay?"
While what she said had technically been formulated as a question, it was apparent through her eagerness that the two didn't honestly have much choice in the matter. Oh well, at least she was polite. Zephyr turned and shared a muted look with Kate. He could tell she was slightly worried about this, she tended to worry a lot, but he just shrugged. and smiled. "Sure,"he turned his attention back to the senior female jaeger. "Sounds fun."
He complied and shut his eyes, putting his hands over them as instructed. His partner must have trusted him and done the same since Kazu made a sound of delight and he heard her quickly shuffling to his side, getting behind Kate. Mogar moved behind him and put his hands firmly but not harshly on his shoulders to guide him. He heard Edgar and Itsjeff open up the doors in front of them and the two newcomers were made o move through them. Even with his eyes still diligently sealed, Zephyr was surprised to find he could immediately figure out why the 7th floor hadn't been marked. The breeze that brushed against his skin indicated to him that they'd come out on a roof of some sort. The two were led forward a few feet and then made to turn to their lefts and stood side by side, all through diligent reminders to absolutely not peek. In position, Zephyr felt the other player's hands leave his shoulders and a few seconds later he hears Itsjeff begin a count down.
"Okay ready! 3.... 2.... 1... Look!"
Zephyr opened his eyes wide with expectation, and his face instantly scrunched up in confusion "wha-"
Before them was a wall, and on that wall hung a painting. And incredibly realistic, accurate, and well-done rendering of Jeff, real-life Jeff and not his avatar Itsjeff, as a sort of regal figure looking down on them.
From behind them came laughter called out teasingly "How do you like the view? Personally it's one of my favourites!"
Confusion soured to annoyance, underplayed with disappointment. "Seriously guys?! This is what you got us all, wooaaaaahh-" the words died in an awed gape. He'd turned around to confront the pranksters only to see they'd purposefully positioned themselves so that when he turned around he would look over the balcony across from them, and out to a view that practically showed him the entire city. While the buildings were mostly small and humble in the area they currently occupied, they could see that the small city wrapped itself entirely around the circumference of a perfectly circular lake with a diameter of well over a kilometer. As hinted earlier, the majority of the lake was a vast, deep blackness only distinguishable as water by the fact that boats could be seen sailing across it. About an eight of the lake, however—a sliver hugging the western edge of the lake—shimmered a silvery white (at least, he assumed it was west, it was to his right from his point of view, but in that direction he could see a milky white sun risen over the horizon, painting the sky a pastel blue). From this position, the lake certainly lived up to its name and made a convincing facsimile of a newly crescent moon.
Zephyr was left speechless by the display and moved up to the railing that marked the edge of the rooftop lookout they'd been brought to, looking out at the majestic lake and equally impressive city that wrapped around it.
Proud of his bait-and-switch reveal, Itsjeff proudly continued speaking. His arrogant tone may have been annoying if the view hadn't been legitimately impressive. "Welcome to Magecraft boys and girls, killer of the modern American youth!" he declared with comedicly exuberant drama.
"Or at least their social lives!" added in Mogar with cheer.
"Definitely their social lives" agreed Edgar.
Itsjeff laughed lightly. "Oh, don't go getting impressed yet, we purposefully came through a side route to let you see the best view of the city first."
Edgar chimed in with a somewhat too cheerful tone considering the message "Mind you, the critters in this area a re a bit tougher than those who hang around the main entrance. so keep your heads up or they might overwhelm you."
Mogar was quick to offer reassurance though. "Don't worry. If you bite off more than you can chew we'll step in and save you. The whole point of us being here is to save you guys the bulk of the long grinding and life/death cycle we had to go through."
It all may have gone over better if Kazu had not brought to mind a more prevalent point. "And either way, our party if overleveled for this area, just having us here will probably scare off the regular mobs who like to pick on new flesh."
"Trueeee." said Edgar pensively, which seemed to draw knowing and/or worried stares from the other jaegers.
"Anyways," cut in Itsjeff, eager to change the topic from whatever was setting the mad genius' gears turning, "like Lindsey said, we're not likely to actually come across much resistance, so let's head to the lookout first, and then to meet the whoever it was that dehlacreep wanted us to work for."
"Works for me!" agreed Mogar, and the other Jaegers nodded in approval.
Thus, the elder players led their new recruits down a side path and down a narrow alley way between two gray cobblestone buildings that they had to go in one by one. at the end there was a door that led into another building, some sort of fire escape at the back of a mysterious establishment. Filing in, he group was met with a wide stairwell with concrete walls and artificial lighting in the form of harvested stones that they had seen embedded in the architecture, arranged as torch-like light crystals mounted on the walls. The space now allowed the group to fall back in their rough formation with Kate and Zephyr following at the back, but with Kazu trailing along with them in case something did happen to sneak up behind the party. The remaining gents led the group up the stairwell, up several flights and past several more doors marking floor levels they could have entered in. This was the first time now that Zephyr became consciously aware of the intended differences programmed into his avatar state versus his actual body. He didn't consider himself particularly out of shape but neither was he an athlete, and yet here he was passing the 6th floor without so much as a laboured sigh. He looked to Kate and saw the same with her. He found himself thinking first that it was mildly jarring but then quickly settled into it when he realized how pointless simulating fatigue as part of the hypnosis in this kind of game would be, it was actually a smart game mechanic when he thought about it.
He was brought out of his consideration when the group stopped at what seemed to be the top floor, the unmarked 7th. Kazu turned to the two with an eager smile.
"Okay, so! This is the really cool part! But you two have to hold your hands over your eyes so you don't spoil the view when we step out! Me and Mogar will move you two in position, so be sure to keep your eyes covered until we tell you to look okay?"
While what she said had technically been formulated as a question, it was apparent through her eagerness that the two didn't honestly have much choice in the matter. Oh well, at least she was polite. Zephyr turned and shared a muted look with Kate. He could tell she was slightly worried about this, she tended to worry a lot, but he just shrugged. and smiled. "Sure,"he turned his attention back to the senior female jaeger. "Sounds fun."
He complied and shut his eyes, putting his hands over them as instructed. His partner must have trusted him and done the same since Kazu made a sound of delight and he heard her quickly shuffling to his side, getting behind Kate. Mogar moved behind him and put his hands firmly but not harshly on his shoulders to guide him. He heard Edgar and Itsjeff open up the doors in front of them and the two newcomers were made o move through them. Even with his eyes still diligently sealed, Zephyr was surprised to find he could immediately figure out why the 7th floor hadn't been marked. The breeze that brushed against his skin indicated to him that they'd come out on a roof of some sort. The two were led forward a few feet and then made to turn to their lefts and stood side by side, all through diligent reminders to absolutely not peek. In position, Zephyr felt the other player's hands leave his shoulders and a few seconds later he hears Itsjeff begin a count down.
"Okay ready! 3.... 2.... 1... Look!"
Zephyr opened his eyes wide with expectation, and his face instantly scrunched up in confusion "wha-"
Before them was a wall, and on that wall hung a painting. And incredibly realistic, accurate, and well-done rendering of Jeff, real-life Jeff and not his avatar Itsjeff, as a sort of regal figure looking down on them.
From behind them came laughter called out teasingly "How do you like the view? Personally it's one of my favourites!"
Confusion soured to annoyance, underplayed with disappointment. "Seriously guys?! This is what you got us all, wooaaaaahh-" the words died in an awed gape. He'd turned around to confront the pranksters only to see they'd purposefully positioned themselves so that when he turned around he would look over the balcony across from them, and out to a view that practically showed him the entire city. While the buildings were mostly small and humble in the area they currently occupied, they could see that the small city wrapped itself entirely around the circumference of a perfectly circular lake with a diameter of well over a kilometer. As hinted earlier, the majority of the lake was a vast, deep blackness only distinguishable as water by the fact that boats could be seen sailing across it. About an eight of the lake, however—a sliver hugging the western edge of the lake—shimmered a silvery white (at least, he assumed it was west, it was to his right from his point of view, but in that direction he could see a milky white sun risen over the horizon, painting the sky a pastel blue). From this position, the lake certainly lived up to its name and made a convincing facsimile of a newly crescent moon.
Zephyr was left speechless by the display and moved up to the railing that marked the edge of the rooftop lookout they'd been brought to, looking out at the majestic lake and equally impressive city that wrapped around it.
Proud of his bait-and-switch reveal, Itsjeff proudly continued speaking. His arrogant tone may have been annoying if the view hadn't been legitimately impressive. "Welcome to Magecraft boys and girls, killer of the modern American youth!" he declared with comedicly exuberant drama.
"Or at least their social lives!" added in Mogar with cheer.
"Definitely their social lives" agreed Edgar.
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