@endingvision: Your Starter is with Eva!
She’d fallen asleep at her desk; a normal habit for one IT worker, who found herself often very overworked. She’d been working on a spreadsheet for a game – Final Fantasy XIV – about levels, how much EXP was required to level up, and what level classes were at.
She’d been working on getting Reaper upgraded, it’s already naturally-high level a pain to get EXP for.
Her chair wasn’t the comfiest of places, but she’d gotten less-than-stellar sleep the past few days, and thus it was the optimal place to pass out, her room a perfect warm thanks to the overhead heater.
When she next regained consciousness, she found that her body wasn’t exactly sitting, but rather laying; hands tugging up at a quilt set to bring herself further warmth. Was her bed always this… Hard? It felt like her pillow was stuffed with feathers, something that wasn’t great for any potential allergies she had, and moving her leg found the bed to be significantly smaller in width than her queen-sized monstrosity was at home.
Eyes fluttering open she’d glance around; a weird mirror to her right, some bells besides a giant door… She was dreaming, was she? It was awfully livid for a dream, even by her standards, but everything was very dream-like.
In fact, everything mirrored where she’d been last night; the Inn at the Guildhall in Ul’Dah. It was her starting city and one she’d grown surprisingly fond of. Whilst Eva preferred the cold of Ishgard, the sandstone city had a particular charm that she hadn’t quite gotten over.
A literal oasis in the middle of sand.
With a stretch she’d move from her bed, noting the dress-come-jacket she’d used as a modification lying on the floor next to her; leggings, a skirt… It was all here; everything her character had equipped. Down to the scythe.
Heaving up the large weapon she’d step outside, down the halls and stairs to the main guildhall; could she eat? How long was her dream going to remain lucid like this? Instead of the animated look of the game, everything seemed very real. Even the voices and sounds were being properly translated in her brain; she could understand what people were saying, even if the language was different.
Noticing a stranger at a lone table, she’d walk up, trying her best to seem friendly. A gentle wave and bow before glancing around.
“H-hello, adventurer! I was wondering if you’d want to team up and tackle some dungeons together?”
She’d give a nervous laugh, trying to see if anyone would actually react to her; she wasn’t sure if this was the world of Hydealyn, but it was pretty damn close. But NPC’s never really reacted properly to a human player; only scripted to play a certain line or two on repeat. It’d prove it was a dream if they responded properly, though Kia supposed that it’d prove it regardless of how they responded.
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