But Lily is most likely responsible for the green shielded monsters then. Giving Misteaks, Levi and Uta the cores and data drain was his way of making them believe what he said was true. That their role was to 'save' and 'protect' everyone...
[ Sinclair frowns. They've both established neither of them need that. Neither of them want that]
Every thing happening is to force us to become dependent on him...
[But for how long has Lily been active? It's probably a silly question but]
As I said, this environment is perfect for cultivating a cult for the weak-minded. As long as you understand the basic human psyche and have the ability to manipulate your surroundings, gathering "cult members" is laughably easy. Perhaps it also goes to show that if Lily is an AI who started as a blank slate and learned from observing human behavior, then perhaps he's just an messed up bundle of traits that he inherited from the playerbase. Despite this fact, he's gotten quite a big head about it, thinking that he's better than humans despite having learned from humans.
[ He scoffs. ]
What a joke. A brat is what he is, like a child who learns how to open a jar of cookies and suddenly they think they're the king of the world.
[ Hien crosses his arms. Yeah, he's peeved about Lily. ]
I couldn't inspect him due to the defense mechanism, but assuming he was without a blatant costume skin, he looked like a physical DPS class. Spellcasters have some version of a robe or cloak. He didn't.
[ There has to a reason why Hien just dropped the pencil and paper. When Sinclair looks back up, Hien has a hand over his face. The bandages that were wrapped around so tightly around his entire face start bleeding through the gaps from the top of his head, dripping down.
Hopefully Sinclair got a really good look at the art, because the pencil? It fizzes out of existence from Sinclair's hand. The paper with the sketch on it? It does too. The room known to the players as a jail rumbles and distorts.
There's a pulse that rings throughout the entire space--a heavy oppressive energy as if gravity has just increased tenfold, but it doesn't hurt Sinclair. It just makes it harder to move.
Chunks of the dark room starts to fall apart, revealing loads of static behind the supposed crumbling drywall. The small craters get deeper and deeper until they resemble actual craters that are at least three meters deep. Deeper and deeper, into the black abyssal void.
Perhaps Sinclair can get the idea that the supposed jail room is linked with Hien's status, whether physical or mental... either way, the ceiling caves in. Before anything can hit Sinclair, he'll fall inside a very wide portal beneath his feet.
He'll find himself back in Mac Anu, where the sunset is best viewable, just like before. ]
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... Renatus must have been someone very important then, but I don't know who was responsible for the plague. I couldn't trace it back to anything.
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[ Sinclair frowns. They've both established neither of them need that. Neither of them want that]
Every thing happening is to force us to become dependent on him...
[But for how long has Lily been active? It's probably a silly question but]
What class did Lily appear as?
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[ He scoffs. ]
What a joke. A brat is what he is, like a child who learns how to open a jar of cookies and suddenly they think they're the king of the world.
[ Hien crosses his arms. Yeah, he's peeved about Lily. ]
I couldn't inspect him due to the defense mechanism, but assuming he was without a blatant costume skin, he looked like a physical DPS class. Spellcasters have some version of a robe or cloak. He didn't.
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...ten year olds tend to be like that. It's annoying.
[ It probably doesn't touch on how angry Sinclair has become about Lily, but that is not the time or place.
A physical DPS, huh...?]
I wonder...if he's the flick reaper who wielded twin blades. If it took awhile for his data to take shape, then...
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[ Anyway, Hien gets out a pencil and paper and does a quick sketch. He can draw?? Yeah, looks like he can. ]
He looks like this...
[ This is as far as the quick sketch goes before Hien drops the paper and pencil on the floor. ]
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You're really good at drawing... Am I allowed to share this? With my guild at least?
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Hopefully Sinclair got a really good look at the art, because the pencil? It fizzes out of existence from Sinclair's hand. The paper with the sketch on it? It does too. The room known to the players as a jail rumbles and distorts.
There's a pulse that rings throughout the entire space--a heavy oppressive energy as if gravity has just increased tenfold, but it doesn't hurt Sinclair. It just makes it harder to move.
Chunks of the dark room starts to fall apart, revealing loads of static behind the supposed crumbling drywall. The small craters get deeper and deeper until they resemble actual craters that are at least three meters deep. Deeper and deeper, into the black abyssal void.
Perhaps Sinclair can get the idea that the supposed jail room is linked with Hien's status, whether physical or mental... either way, the ceiling caves in. Before anything can hit Sinclair, he'll fall inside a very wide portal beneath his feet.
He'll find himself back in Mac Anu, where the sunset is best viewable, just like before. ]
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He opens his mouth to call out in concern. But it's too late. Suddenly he's back in Mac Anu, back where Hien once placed him.
Oh.
He looks out at the sunset and moves to head down.
Time to go back to Moon Tree.]