lastcompact:
Levant couldn’t help but double-take and choke at Ako’s casual acknowledgment of the sent invite. Honestly, she didn’t know what she was expecting - a denial? more evidence that the System is screwing with her? But now that the answer is out, she’s forced to think about all the ramifications it implied.
Most Dreamers didn’t manifest the System like she did. They usually had an abbreviated form that often had a chat system and stats/skills if they were lucky. She’s the only one she knew that could invite other Dreamers and even access the skill Observe, though she has a sneaking suspicion it’s because of her soul alignment Keter that’s influenced it as much as it did - the Sephirot furthest away from the physical world. Did that mean Ako was the same as her?
She flicked a finger towards the translucent blue window, trying to see more details of this so-called Compact and finding nothing. Nada. Just Ako’s name and nothing else. Couldn’t even distribute experience. There’s no other options for further tweaking of a party either, which either meant Compacts were something else entirely or was just broken and non-functional - which she has encountered before.
“Uhhh Groove, what’s that?” Levant spoke the unfamiliar term curiously; anything involving a fight interested her, though at this point it might not be the vest thing to focus on. Yeah, gotta keep her head in the game. Shaking her head vigorously, Lev added, “No… wait. Like uhhh. System…as in do you ever see the blue screens that show things like stats or skills or health bars?”
“Is Hero a sorta class? Or are you just saying that you’re Heroic?” Lev said dubiously.
“Well, it’s like. . .” Ako paused, pressing the tip of an index finger into her chin as she sought out the best explanation for the term she’d brought up. “When you have a lot of interconnected skills that make up a distinct fighting style.” She explained with a nod, her own silent vote of confidence in her words! But did it really matter how well she’d explained it? If Lev didn’t know what it was, then didn’t that mean she wasn’t asking about it in the first place?
“Oh! You mean a HUD?” The differing terminology wasn’t so important; she was just glad to feel like they were on the same page now! “Hold on. . .”
Similar to before, her gaze drifted away from her companion as she interacted with the phenomena only she could see. Most people kept their HUD to themselves; a multitude of projections emanating from one person could quickly become an eyesore. Not to mention it was just a matter of privacy. But Ako knew how to show hers off; it was basically mandatory to show equipment and inventories to teachers before any tests.
“OK!” As she exclamation left her, a series of blue, translucent panels popped into the airspace between them. Text and images were readable, no matter which angle one were to look from. One held the basic rundown of Ako herself; name, level, class, her stats, her current equipment, health, that sort of thing. The other was a glimpse of her inventory, which was a haphazard mess of items that anyone would be able to tell was in dire need of organization.
“You’re talking about this kind of thing, right. . .?” She couldn’t imagine anything else being the case. “But, as you can see, Hero IS my class!” She even gestured to the spot that said so on her status screen for additional flourish.