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The concept is beyond her, something so obscurely real and wrapped in something her mind catches on that the idea falls short in her head. Even as she experiences it for herself, Isra feels as though it can't possibly be as it is and yet.... Here she is staring at the same dummy as Remiel, wand in hand with a surreal curiosity in her mind. She twirls it, as if testing the idea of it for a moment.

Watching him sets a tone, she gets the idea and it reflects old stories and fantastical realms in story books she barely read as a child. She imagines most find it thrilling in some capacity. "It's almost.... Odd." but perhaps that is the rare semblance of anxiety eating at the back of her head. A lifetime of fearing the sun does not change, she can't get the idea that it's going to burn her alive out of her head. Boil her blood and ruin her skin- again again again.

So Isra focuses on him instead, the armor suits him. The blade seems like it belongs in his hand. She supposes that it probably does. She pries herself away from the thoughts for a moment, focusing on the words playing back in her head from the numerous tutorial messages (there's still a few she hasn't quite backed out of) they've been bombarded with thus far.

Isra opts for her favorite way of learning, messy and hands on. She targets the dummy by luck more than getting it right. The glow of her staff signifies the manifestation of icy spears in the air around it, descending in quick succession to skewer it and leave it in pieces before it respawns.

"On second thought, I think I like this." it's oddly satisfying.

Remiel Calcifet

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW

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The ice particles make her grin, dancing around in the space in front of them. It's almost whimsical against the sunny backdrop but she supposes that's the purpose of it in a way. She certainly doesn't mind the idea. The woman doesn't get to linger on them long though before he draws her attention away, all but calling her out and making her feel for just a moment like she's been caught red handed.

"Of course not, I'm usually asleep by then." she says it the same way a normal person might say they're asleep by 10pm. There's a roll in her shoulders as if she's trying to settle into the situation still. It doesn't quite work in her head yet but it's better than lingering on the fact she can't keep her little secret to herself forever. It's bound to become too pertinent a thing to tell with time.

He approaches and examines the weapon in her hand and she moves to tap it against his armor, testing that it's there just as much as the rest of this is. "It felt fitting." there's something a little mischievous in her tone. In truth the vibrancy of the change of face suits her more than most might think. "The armor suites you." at least she thinks so.

Her eyes flicker away from him only because of another tutorial message that has presented itself and she wonders where the end to them is. She ignores it to look back at him. "Maybe you should get yourself a suit for the real world too."

Remiel Calcifet

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW

[attr="class","isratalk"]

While he speaks she manages to navigate through the rest of the messages she has been ignoring, noting the log for later use in case she actually needs to know something. It's a little obvious by the look of her but she can't really tell. This is no different than putting her in front of a computer- one can only hope her experience this last year keeps her from making a mess of this.

"I didn't realize you lived in Rustboro." Partly curiosity peaked and partly to further test the movements and the feeling of the activity, she reaches out to touch his armor again but this time with her hand rather than her weapon. Her head tilts to the side in interest, followed by a small hum that's neither quite approving nor displeased. He questions her and she answers. "Yes, before it finds another message to feed me for standing still too long."

Isra moves past him, but, failing to pay attention to the tutorial has no actual sense of direction or idea where they are supposed to be going. She's simply moving to move, getting a feel for it. She turns around, walking backwards so she's facing him still as she does. She adds, quite decisively "I'd like to see it, by the way."

Because there's a fondness for old relics, things with ancient stories to be told. Matters for another time however, they've an adventure to go on and though it nag and tugs at her mind she must admit- it's almost charming seeing a world so brightly without her parasol to obscure the light.

Remiel Calcifet

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW

[attr="class","isratalk"]

"That's not the same." she retorts, the only delay being minor and set in them settling into the game itself. The unnatural sun still makes her anxious, eyes trying not to drift upwards to it as if to check and see that it's really there. She knows it isn't but she can't help herself but think this could become far more troublesome at any moment.

Isra turns on her heel again to face away from the armor that Remiel follows her in. "Perhaps I will then." it sounds like she's going to do it more to make a point than anything else. "Can't say I make it out that way often, I should take a detour through town every once in awhile."

She pauses a moment to stretch her limbs over her head, rolling her shoulders as she watches one of the others in the tutorial area running around with their sword. "We can talk about that later, I've never.... played one of these before, what are we even supposed to be doing right now?" her experiences are much more archaic, board games, card games, rules on pieces of paper and in her head. She knows those inside and out and what lies before her?

Foreign land, and she looks to the foreign prince for guidance.

Remiel Calcifet

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW

[attr="class","isratalk"]

"Hmm..." she's not entirely convinced, because this is unlike anything she can fathom. His assessment makes sense but she can't help but feel there's bound to be a little more than that to it, isn't there? There ought to be at least. Or is it really that straightforward and simple? It'd be quite like her to over think it.

Regardless, she watches him as he moves past her, and once he asks if she's ready she moves to follow after him. "I suppose as ready as I'm going to be, at least for something like this." Her own lack of experience in such things leaves her uncertain and most definitely unwilling to go forward on her own. She certainly could but would quickly lose interest and traction.

"How are we supposed to be conquering opponents exactly? Other than the obvious." she asks as she steps inline with him, most certainly over thinking it. She sees the same game she always does, full of far more than the straight forward attacking patterns of the game set before them.

Remiel Calcifet

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW

[attr="class","isratalk"]

Something about that feels oddly familiar and for a moment Isra goes quiet as she mulls it over. It's far from the same but she can't help but wonder if there's something in the striking similarities. It doesn't show, neither herself nor the virtual avatar betraying the slightly unsettled feeling in her gut as he explains it to her. "Sounds like fun." sounds like something she'll be good at.

The wave of data is odd but far from the worst of such experiences that she's had. The brain tricks itself into a flicker of something that she gets over quickly, as if it never really happened. A small part of her wonders if she's alone in feeling it. "A proper adventure ahead then." there's a little bit of a ounce in her step as she gets comfortable with the idea. A pep that doesn't usually show but fits the wild grin of her avatar.

With the idea in her head Isra is a bit like a child in a candy store, the whimsical nature of the scenario bound to take hold as they progress and she realizes just what sort of thing lies ahead. After all, she was a child never allowed to play pretend and whether either of them realizes it or not she's in the largest and truest game of it possible. "So what? We just pick a direction and go?" the idea of qiuests has already been abandoned, she's far more interested in aimless adventuring.

Remiel Calcifet

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW

[attr="class","isratalk"]

If the nonsense with the wagon was meant to draw their attention it was lost on Isra. Besides someone was already tending to the trouble and she fails to realize these tasks are meant for everyone to complete. Nothing that matters really however, when they could easily be headed towards something of greater worth. Even in a virtual world, lost in a manner she can't put into words the woman still believes with an overbearing confidence in her abilities.

Perhaps virtual reality will end up teaching her a lesson true reality has not.

"Spectra looks rather enticing, and whichever you prefer is fine. And what would you rather I use for you, Royal." it's playful on her lips, her avatar seems to exaggerate the smile a little bit, a byproduct of the change of face. It almost gives her a different vibrancy than the calm demeanor he is used to, the avatar's bright golden eyes on him. Truly she cares little which name is used for, there is only one she is attached to and it is not one he knows her by.


There's a moment's pause as she pulls up the map and glances at it again. Just to be sure. "I hope you have a plan then because for once, I certainly don't." rare for her to admit.

Remiel Calcifet