“The perks of having this quirk,” you thought as you focused and thought about altering the motion sensor to go from having a beeping noise to just vibrating.
You felt your fingertip buzz as your quirk activated and the little black box heated up a little as the programming changed internally.
Unplugging your finger, you held the little receiver in hand and placed the black box down on the ground then stepped past it to see if the receiver in your hand would beep or vibrate.
You picked up the box and placed it a little way back from the back door so that if anyone walked in it would set the motion sensor off, then headed back up to the lab.
Quickly wiring the vibrating node to the side of the headset, you set the computer programming to send you an alert in game when the receiver vibrated then placed the nervegear set on and lay down on the examination bed.
“This will give me at least 4 minutes to log out and get the nervegear headset off… once I’m out of the game I need to then pray that no one finds my avatar lying randomly in the forest.” You cringed and looked up at the ceiling.
“Link start!” you called into the empty lab.
Your vision swirled and you you were sucked into the virtual world you had come to love and you smiled as you opened your eyes next to Migata’s sleeping avatar on the lounge in Butterfli3 and O/N’s house.
“Time to get into it then!” you thought brightly as you left the house and headed for the teleportation platform that would take you back to level 3.
Once on the woodlands level you stepped off the platform and looked around.
The area in front of you was quite open but the tree line in the distance filled in quickly- going from fairly spaced out trees to quite thick underbrush in a matter of metres.
Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of the soft gentle breeze on your face, you then headed straight for the trees, keen to try out your new move on one of the field monsters on that level.
As you walked into the tree line, you saw a small track to your right and decided to follow it to see where it went, walking lightly along it as it meandered between the large silver birch and hazel trees that created a light covering from the bright sun overhead.
“This is quite a pretty level,” you thought as you held your hand out and watched the dappled sunlight flicker over your skin, shimmering up the back of your hand and over your arm.
The trees rustled overhead with the small huffs of wind and you looked up then ahead of you, just in time to see a weasel jump up on a fallen tree nearby- it’s red monster cursor beckoning you to come closer.
“A level 3 weasel shouldn’t be too hard to take on… but I still need to be wary.”
You turned and walked purposely towards the creature that had now shifted its weight to its back legs and was sitting tall, watching you with its teeth bared a little.
Walking into its attack range, you waited until the red [ENGAGE] sign flashed up then called for ‘move’ to activate- easily executing the movement and giving the weasel a good whack across its back before stepping back to collect yourself.
Your attack did a decent amount of damage to the small creature and you quickly called for your new move ‘Deadly Serenade’ as you stomped your foot down on the hard earth.
In your vision, you saw the shockwaves vibrate out from your foot, enveloping the weasel, but the creature couldn’t see your attack and before it had a chance to counter, it’s health bar dropped to zero and it burst into crystals and floated away into the sky.
“I like this new move,” You opened your settings and clicked on the name change icon then typed in your chosen name for the skill. “I think I’ll go with just ‘ha’, as I can slip that into any conversation and make it sound like I’m either agreeing with them or defying them when I activate my attack.”
Content with that, you stepped back and headed on down the track to see if you could take on any other larger creatures on that level.
It wasn’t long till you came to a stream and the swirling clear waters hypnotizing you for a minute forcing you to just stand there and admire it while you let the soft bubble of the streams current clear your mind.
Once done watching it, you took a step forward to find a way to cross but movement in the corner of your eye made you stop and you looked to your left to see what it was.
Two beavers were busily building a dam and they were doing a really good job of it too, with a decent pile of sticks built up to block the flow of the water.
“Should I go and see if they want to challenge me?” you wondered, then you looked up stream a little further and saw that they had two little kits (baby beavers) with them, playing in a more shallow part of the banked up stream. “Awww, babies. I’ll leave them. They look happy.”
Smiling softly to yourself, you went to continue on across the stream but a shadow on the far side of the river caught your attention and you stopped again.
Stalking through the dense underbrush was a black fox, it’s ears laying flat against its head as it moved closer towards the beaver family.
It’s yellow eyes were unwaveringly focused on the two kits and your heart sank with dread.
“No! Not the babies!”
“HEY!” you shouted loudly, hoping to curb the intentions of the black fox with your voice but none of the animals took any notice of you.
The fox continued to creep closer to the babies, so you started walking, then jogging, up stream towards the unsuspecting furry bundles in the hopes that you could somehow get between them and the foe before anything bad happened.
As you got closer, the fox suddenly sprang out from its hiding place and jumped to a rock that was jutting up in the centre of the stream, then threw itself across to your side of the river and turned for the kits.
“STOP!” you screamed at it, getting close enough to be within striking range and you called for your whips.
As you ran, your whips materialized in your palms and you grabbed the handles then followed the motion through, striking the fox across its lower back and tail.
The sleek canine spun immediately to face you and as your attack completed, it sunk its teeth into your left ankle, making you scream with pain as it knocked you off balance and sent you tumbling to the ground.