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Aincrad's Loft
Aincrad walks in and sets Setsuna down on a chair in a room that looks very worn and old. Sighing he goes to his computer and connects a wire to his bowtie and loads a video of his fight with Hazama and everything involved with the fight, and all the talking that happened in it (https://phansite.net/forum/topic.php?topic=10525). He leaves it on and writes a note to tell Setsuna to watch while she heals. With that he jumps onto an extra table, tossing his meds to the side and nods off.
*Setsuna eventually opens her eyes in a daze. She looks around at the unfamiliar house. It takes a little to take in, as Setsuna herself expected to die...* *She feels the bullet wound on her chest and winces. The blood on her uniform was dry, and the wound still open. Still, she smiled. She was glad it was hers...* *Despite the blood on her hands and clothes, she tries to get up, but immediately falls back on the chair. Her body was so sore... Is this what being real was like?* *She forces herself up despite her pain, looking for something to disinfect her wound... She finds a note and reads it as she sits back down.* *Turning her attention to the video, her expression becomes glum. Why would Hazama-san toss her about so carelessly...? ...Of course, that's how Hazama-san was. Only the strong survive... He was right about that. Setsuna couldn't look at herself like that anymore. She looks over towards Aincrad... She remembers him. He was one of the ones trying to stop her from going with Hazama-san. All of this was a lot to take in...* ... *Setsuna just sat there, now looking out the window. Setsuna was a complete person now... The blood on her was her own. She could cry, laugh, bleed, decay... She thought that once she did become complete, that she would feel some sense of passion, of purpose. Maybe she could get mad about something, cry over her own pain, maybe experience joy over something. But aside from the pain she felt from her wounds and bruises, she felt the same. Like an empty vessel... She still felt like she didn't know anything about truly living... What would she do now...?*
Aincrad groans and stretches, his body feeling like shit after the night before, and he looks around, dazed and confused at where he was for a moment, still not used to waking up in this unfamiliar world. When his wits return he looks at Setsuna, then heads over to a series of drawers, grabbing a small medical kit and sits down across from her. "How are you feeling? Better I hope."
*Setsuna nods to Aincrad, keeping her head slightly down. Despite being a murderer of 21 she was still a shy one* I hurt all over... But I'm happy... This pain is... my own... *She smiles weakly, looking more peaceful than before*
Aincrad smiles and taps her shoulder. "Well I'm glad then. At least now you know you're real." He reaches into his bag and pulls out some pills and grabs her some water. "These are if they pain becomes to much. It'll dull it down a bit." With that he sits across from her again. "So I want to know what you plan on doing now."
T-Thank you... *She puts the pills aside for now. It could be worse. Her expression changes to one of emptiness and sadness as she looks at her own feet* This was my goal all along... But now, where do I go from here...? I still don't feel much... I remember, I started crying when I was shot. That made me happy, to see proof of my existence... But goals, what to do... I don't know. After all, I still don't know anything about living like invaders- I mean... Real people do. I imagine there are still people that want to kill me... And after what I've done, I understand that... But sooner or later, I know they'll want consequences for my actions...
"You let me deal with those people alright? I know they want you to pay, but I think you can change. As for not knowing where to go? That's understandable." He point to one of the few photos hanging on the wall of a family picture. "I know exactly how you feel. I wasn't born in this dimension, hell Im trapped here, but somehow, months before I became 18, I ended up here, alone, with no where to go and nobody I knew. Before I was with my family at school and knowing what I wanted to do. Here I knew nothing and didn't know where to start." With that he turns back to her. "So if you would like, I could help you find a goal, or at least something that'll send you down the right path."
If you really want to help someone like me... Then, okay... What should I do... Umm...? *Setsuna trips over her sentence, realising that she didn't know Aincrads name*
"Aincrad. Aincrad Hazel." He tips his cap and smiles. "First off let's get you cleaned up. I have a shower here and after we can get you something from the market. How does that sound?"
That would be lovely... Thank you... *Setsuna smiles, feeling some pain as she tries to get up. She takes the pill she was given earlier with the glass of water and walks towards the shower timidly*
Aincrad nods and picks up his bow tie and reattaches it to his collar then he goes and grabs himself a glass of water and his mess and takes it. Then he sits and waits, looking out the window.
*Setsuna exits the bathroom after some time, awkwardly wearing clothes from Aincrads wardrobe, as nothing else there was for her. They were several sizes too big, which made her look smaller than before. She looked kind of like a crossdressing female knight from a manga. She was a little embarrassed* I-I'm sorry... All of my other clothes are at home... I have to wash mine, since I got blood on them...
He nods and turns to her. "Yeah that's fair enough. We can toss your clothes in the laundromat downstairs on our way out." He grabs a plastic bag and puts her clothes in there. "Do you want to head to your house first? To grab your clothes. Or would you rather just head on out?"
Well... I can go back to my house. My parents wouldn't mind... They're umm, just NPCs after all. Then we can go to the market.
"Would you like me to come with you?" He hands her the bag. "And also, something that might help your view on people, think of other people as the protagonist of their own game. The view others around them as NPCs but each one has their own story. The aim of most people's games is to live and survive. Nothing more, nothing less."
I imagine there's someone that wants my head, so... Thank you... ...Yes. Hazama-san said that too. Survival... I need to be strong too... Even if I don't really know how to do that yet... L-Let's go.
He opens the door and bows. "Well trust be survival here is pretty easy unless you anger the wrong people. And you are already pretty strong. Anyways lead the way, I don't know where you live but I'll make sure we make it there."
I've made a lot of people angry though... But that's okay. *Smiling sadly, Setsuna exited the home and led Aincrad to her own home. She seemed a little uneasy about being here...* I'll... Be right back... *Setsuna quickly entered her home. It was normal... Almost weirdly so. It's an NPC house, so of course. It only takes 10 minutes for her to return to Aincrads side, the clothes she was wearing in a bag. She now wears a more comfortable pair of pink jeans with a matching jacket and black undershirt* W-We can go now... To the shopping district...
Aincrad nods and looks down the street. "Well we can fix that. Together." He nods and starts walking off leading the way down to the market. "So what do you want to get? It's on me." (Want me to start a new thread?)
OOC: Sure