Garbage day [Closed/Virus] Jan 2, 2019 19:49:52 GMT -6
Post by Torchman on Jan 2, 2019 19:49:52 GMT -6
It was just another average day at Dream Island's junkyard. The sun shined brightly, reflecting off the metallic objects in the mountains of garbage, creating a dazzling light show. Birds circled above, occasionally dropping down to grab a scrap they had spotted. Machinery and wizards were hard at work on a distant area, hoping to convert it into something usable once more.
A lone figure strolled through one of the few clear valleys among the sea of trash. The blonde girl had her hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a pair of work boots, overalls with padded knees, a brown shirt that had long sleeves, some heavy gloves, and a hardhat with a light on top of it. A set of visualizers in the form of sunglasses covered her eyes, allowing her to observe the viruses around the junkyar. If one were to guess without knowing, she was going to be searching the mountains for some misplaced valuable. When in reality her mission here was something completely different.
From the Hunter-VG on her voice, a robotic voice with feminine undertones chirped. "Remind me as to why you're wearing that? We're for training, not your job."
"The last time we were here, you forced me to while I was half asleep. We got knocked out of the conversion and I fell a distance due to being in mid-flight." Kihel glanced down at her right knee, wincing at old memories. "During the tumble down the mountain of garbage, I sliced my knee open on some rusted metal. I was in the hospital for a week! I may be awake now, but I'm not making the same mistake." As if on queue, a piece of rebar came into view, a bit of crimson on the end, indicating someone had met a similar fate as her.
"Alright. Do you remember why we're here?"
"To train in a hazardous environment in order to replicate the mountain the best we can. Since the trash is nearly as unstable in some spots, it works in our favor." Kihel was rolling her eyes at this point. This was the fourth time Secrecy had asked this, and at this point she wished they could have a normal conversation like anyone else.
"Good. Now activate the conversion and get near the top of one of the hills so we can start."
Kihel sighed, bracing herself for a about a half hour of panic and near death experiences, followed by a day of being sore. She pulled the Hunter-VG off of her waist, holding it to her chest with both hands. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to call out the phrase to initiate the conversion. 'Let's just get this over with so I can go home, relax, and cozy up with a nice history book.'