1st Blog - ∑(´ﾟωﾟ｀*) #AWholeNewWorld

[majestiq]

Action; Genessia (May 3)

[The rain is pouring down on the streets of Genessia on the day Mariko woke up at the Bay. Her clothes were drenched from waddling through the water there as she rushes for the exit. She passed by the hologram and didn't even notice it was there, as her mind was preoccupied on whatever trouble she thinks she got herself into now. Clutching that necklace in her fist, she keeps on running even when the rain is pouring down on her. As the city streets begin feeling all too real for it to be a dream, Mariko slows her sprint and end up on a roundabout. She hears nothing but the typical noise of a city; cars passing by, people on the sidewalk, and the drops of rain on the ground giving off that smell of wet city concrete. She catches her breath, looking around in a confused awe at everything going on around her. With a breathy whisper, she asked herself]

What the hell...?

[The cold rain is making her skin crawl and her body tremble. She leans forward and pressed her palms on her knees, only making herself feel colder as the rain water soaks the back of her uniform. Tired from overusing her newly acquired superhuman powers, Mariko slowly drags her feet under a roof. Her head weighs heavily, and the strap of her duffel school bag hanging on her shoulder feels like it's biting against her skin, as it grew heavier from the water. Her knees buckled slightly as she nearly collapses by the glass of the store front. Mariko catches herself and pressed her hand against the brick wall for support, still catching her breath]

I... feel...

[Overwhelmed. The last memory she has before waking up here was snooping around a murder scene, and it was just all black. The next thing she knows, she is inside a tube. She groans weakly, falling to her knees and resting her head against the wall]

Help.

Text; Anon (Current)

[After a couple of days, Mariko has accepted her fate of being stuck in this world. She stayed in the Amagi Inn to recover and get her thoughts in order. The familiar setting helped her cope with the big reveal. Figuring she might as well do what the Romans do, Mariko fired up her communicator after checking it out and tinkering with it. It's very high-tech from what she's used to, but she managed to pick up on its functions quickly and decided to hide her identity for a while and plant some "bait" to see what sort of people she's stuck here with]

> Hello? ԅ[ •́ ﹏├┬┴┬┴
> This world feels like an MMO. But in a bad way. #Scary (ノ ゜口゜)ノ
> Is there anyone here from Tokyo? Japan? 2016?

Comments

Anontext

[im_gonna_heal_u]

All of those are familiar but... 2016 is about 9 years into my future, if that makes sense? We're not all from the same time. I'm not quite from Tokyo either.

[majestiq]

> As if this dump isn't weird enough.
> Don't tell me we have people from further back than 2007.
> Where were you from in Japan?

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Chances are we probably do, but I haven't asked around enough

Have you heard of Mahora? It's a super loaded school that's essentially its own city. I was born in Kyoto though.

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[ghostofrazgriz]

[Thanks to the rain, Blaze was able to leave his apartment without his cat for once, and was taking a walk through the city with an umbrella open above him. He was on his way to the library but was taking a bit of a longer route than usual. He eventually stops, his eyes landing on the girl leaning against the wall. Immediately concerned, he walks over, holding the umbrella over her head, the rain starting to dampen his flight jacket.]

Are you alright?

[majestiq]

[Mariko heard the footsteps and the voice of a man speak to her, but all her senses were blurred. She struggled to even keep her eyes open, seeing only a blurred image of Blaze in front of her. She takes a few breaths just to feel like she can answer him]

Does... feeling like dying okay?

[Mariko's voice was weak as she feels the cold starting to overcome her. Her eyes failed to stay open, closing shut as her head tilts lifelessly on the wall. She keeps on breathing, trying to stay awake as much as she can. The necklace was still tangled within her loosened fingers, and her duffel with sewn on patches of music groups and military emblems drops off from her shoulder]

[ghostofrazgriz]

[This was more serious than he initially thought. He frowned, dropping the umbrella beside them and put his hands on her arms.]

Hey, stay with me!

[He doesn't yell, but he did raise his voice slightly. The hospital wasn't too far from their location, and he's not about to care about being late to his job. All it was was putting books back in place anyway. He doesn't want to pick her up without warning, so before he does-]

I'm going to get you to the hospital, okay? Take it easy.

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[aerialheart]

if this is one of those MMOs where we're trapped until we beat the final boss then i want no part!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Im not from tokyo... but 1 of my friends from home is from nagasaki?

[majestiq]

> That makes two of us. (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
> Can't even fight too.
> How many of us are in here?

[aerialheart]

I can't fight but i have a mean shriek! (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣

I dont know how many people are here but it seems like a lot... i only just got here a few days ago...

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[stairsbro]

hey
this mmo sucks
it didnt load my inventory properly
#jipped #hadlikefourteenswords #djequipment #ripishades

[majestiq]

> Sucks even more when this sounds like the premise of a shitty anime. (;¬_¬)
> I guess I got #jipped too. I didn't even have my guitar with me when I woke up.
> How long have you been here? Can you buy new swords?

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[alwaysimpaled]

Never was one for video games. Always seemed too boring for me. I will say that I'm familiar with Tokyo, haven't been there though. Just be warned, might not be the same Tokyo.

[majestiq]

[Video games = boring? Rude! Mariko just quirks a brow when she reads the last part]

> Like some kind of alternate universe? ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)
> I guess I should start believing in that now.

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[hemoeroticism]

maaaybe :P

2016 is a bit into my future tho

[majestiq]

> I'll take that as a yes ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌
> That seems to be the trend tho
> Everyone who claims to be from Japan here is from the past

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[strawberrypenguin]

I'm from Japan, but not from that year, sadly.

[majestiq]

> Lemme guess
> You're from an earlier year than that?
> So far everyone Japanese in here is
> #SurroundedBySenpai

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[imaginationswoes]

I am not but! I am from Maine which is in the US around 2016... I don't know if that helps.

This does sorta seem like an MMO... I hadn't actually thought of that.

:)

You okay?

[majestiq]

[Mariko has been to the US a couple of times, spending most of her trips in San Francisco and Hawaii, so her opinion of Maine is much like the people in those sunnier parts of the America - cold, lonely, and boring]

> Not really ┐(ﾟ～ﾟ)┌
> I haven't killed myself yet
> So I guess I'm not too far down shit creek

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[nofortunateone]

[Toby walks as if the patter of cold drops are his salvation, not a curse. He doesn’t hide from the rain but welcome it as it washes away sounds and smells that cling to the city. There is the distinct sound of the rain as it falls on his leather jacket and then slides towards the ground. His hands are shoved into his jean pockets his steps light compared to the ambiance.

It isn’t hard for him to notice the small ball of a person curled against the wall. Without a word he steps closer, shrugging out of his dark leather jacket and then draping it over the shoulders of the girl.

His shirt instantly clings to his chest, the white cotton doing nothing to stop the rain. Still, Toby doesn’t mind the rain. Like many other things, it’s a reminder of a past he can’t let himself forget. No matter how far he might venture from it.]

[majestiq]

[Mariko's consciousness is fading by the time Toby arrives. She could hear an echo in his footsteps, and feeling a comforting warmth when he drapes his jacket over her.]

Dad?

[Mariko weakly wondered. She can't Toby's face clearly with the blur in her sight and her eyelids wanting to close from all the stress]

No- I-... Who are you?

[From the tall and masculine silhouette she could see before her tired eyes, Mariko could only be reminded of her own father.]

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[koishi_komeiji]

There was a small sound. A rustling of fabric. The faint murmur of a voice. And, out of nowhere, something was gently placed on Mariko's head. A wide-brimmed sunhat with a yellow ribbon. The rain had already done its job but this would certainly keep it from getting worse. The question was who did it belong-

"Miss...?

Something was floating behind Mariko. Something child-like with glowing eyes and a strange blue sphere attached to cords hovering in front of its chest. "Miss. You'll get sick if you stay out in the rain and get wet."

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[majestiq]

"Huh? Wh-What? What are you?" Mariko's blurred vision just made it weirder seeing a floating person before her. She felt the warmth that blankets her body now, but that didn't help her feel less sick. Mariko's consciousness is fading fast as evident in the lids of her eyes, half open even as she struggles to discern who or what Koishi is.

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[mightletyouknowme]

It wouldn't be an MMO unless it gave us powers too. You can't be a normal person in a MMO.

I'm from Japan, but not Tokyo.

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[majestiq]

> Well that blew my theory to pieces (•_•)
> Figured having powers is why we're even here
> But lemme guess
> You're from a year before 2016?